Gibberish

Earlier this evening, I was changing a dirty diaper on Tater. Mrs. Happy walked into the room, looked at him, and said, “Is he a sigh noo?” I thought for a moment she was inquiring whether he had joined a Psi Nu fraternity. When I asked her what in the world she was talking about, she explained that she only wondered if tonight’s episode of CSI was new or a rerun (“Is CSI new?”). I didn’t know, but I laughed anyway.

3 thoughts on “Gibberish

  1. Ha! Ha! ROFL!
    They call it “auditory processing disorder” and my hubby and I both have it!
    Oh well, it makes some interesting conversations!