Have You Seen My Beaver?

As I slacked off a bit and didn't post a lot in the past few days, I thought I would give you 2 posts today. Both of which will be short, sweet and funny.

Paige recently had a cold, which required me to take her to the store for medication. While wondering around waiting for the nurse to call back and tell me what to give her (with the toddler deaths due to OD of cold meds, you have to talk to your doc before buying now!) I got caught up in a conversation with another woman in the store.

Paige, not feeling so great, and never taking to well to being left out of a conversation - pipes up and says rather loudly and says rather matter-o-factly:

"You know, I'm sick and I have a BEAVER"

I wanted to pick up the shelf I was standing by and hid under it.

The woman I was talking too, understood that she meant fever - but simply by the looks on the faces of the other shoppers I could tell she was probably the only one.

We now are careful to make sure she hasn't a "beaver" when she's ill - and we're really workin hard on the F sound...;-)