grillsidestories

I think its official, my daughter is one silly character.  This morning, I’m picking out her clothes and ironing them while Toya fixes her breakfast. After eating, Nariah comes upstairs, walks in the room, and in a old school Kool-Aid Man voices says “Ooooooooooh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!” and starts spinning around in circles doing a happy dance.
“What are you oh yeah-ing about?”
She walks over to the bed and points to the jersey I’ve laid out for her and says “Dallas….. Cowboys…… I’m wearing that today!“