P.D.A

We went to Fred Meyer this afternoon and I asked Joe to hold Dot’s hand to help her keep her balance until I could find a shopping cart (I have them both hold onto the cart while I lead them through the store so they don’t wander off).

Joe: “But I’m older than her so shouldn’t she be the one taking care of me?”

I smiled and said, “Well, technically you’ll both be taking care of each other.”

Joe thought about it and said, “Alright then…”

He took Dot’s hand and loudly announced to her: “This is going to make it a whole lot harder for me to flirt with the ladies…”

Dot just rolled her eyes.

1 thought on “P.D.A

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s