After attempting to make this yummy crockpot cake for the second time, Kara wandered into the kitchen and then her eyes lit up and looked hopefully into mine.
She: "Are you making that, what's it called again?.... Crotch-potch cake?"
Me: doubled over laughing, watching the grossed out expression on Bruce's face.
(No, I haven't used its real name since.)
But you should try the cake. It's the most moist morsel you'll ever sink your teeth into.
Thursday, October 2
Glad that's not its real name...
Posted by Bruce and Becky at 9:49 AM
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5 comments:
sick... now I'm not so sure I can try it anymore! Pretty funny kara.
That is hilarious! I would totally call it that forever. Do you remember Sarah Hepworth, well, Lunkley? We likes nick names and started calling Scott "Scotch" then "Scotch-a-rotcha" then it took a nasty turn to "Scratch-your-..." I'll let you fill that in. Gross. :) Sarah has called me and apologized for that one. Nothing really bothers Scott, though. I don't know how much it really bothered him.
I meant that "she" likes nick names, not "we".
Kids say the funniest things! And, those substitutes really do stick!
Whoa, that is really a good one Kara So funny-Yes, that´s why we can not pass a KFC without calling it Chicky Friday,(scott) or Fredonia w/o calling it Free Doughnuts.(Karina)
I love how kids put things. One time ReNae was trying to tell us something about her throat and she called it her exhaust pipe.
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