i got a text from a friend
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
father: please hold my hand
girl: no dad, you hold my hand.
father: whats the difference?
girl: if i hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that i may let your hand go. but if you hold my hand i know for sure you will never let my hand go !
however, in mubi’s life things are a bit different
mubi: papa i was thinking….
papa : are you asking me or are you telling me ?
mubi wondering and attempting to sound clever: umm telling you?
papa giving mubi a look
mubi: *sigh* FINE asking you
papa: hmm much better young lady
another one day
papa hands clutched on the handbrake
mubi: papa will you please take your hand off it and let me drive?
papa: it feels good this way
mubi and papa in the car in the garage
papa: so are we there yet?
mubi: ya i guess…
papa: does my beard look overgrown?
mubi: hmmm no it looks fine
papa: ok im going to the barber to get my bread trim
mubi and papa in a conversation from two different floors
papa on 1st floor: where is that covering sheet?
mubi on ground floor: its the green one from the top. there are 3 sheets on my chair
papa: green? there is no green !!!
mubi runs upstairs and smartly shows papa the green one
mubi: see, this one !
papa astonished: and this is green?
mubi: oh i forgot…
mubi being cheeky: that you cant recognize colours
papa: says who?
mubi: a wild guess !