WALKER TALK: HIGH BEER FLOATS

Thursday, May 14, 2009

HIGH BEER FLOATS

Lately Carter and Easton love to come to Grandma's and have "high beer floats". Now Carter usually calls root beer "heat beer", but when he asks for root beer floats he calls them "high beer floats".

We will never be able to call root beer and root beer floats by their real name again. They will forever be called "heat beer" and "high beer floats"!

4 comments:

Sharon said...: Those boys are adorable! TOO FUN!!; May 14, 2009 at 8:50 PM
Melinda said...: The boys are so cute and cute names for the root beer floats.

Happy Birthday to your dad! I didn't know he was that old either? That picture of your mom is hilarious. That is a good one.; May 15, 2009 at 11:43 AM
nathan n rachel said...: How cute...; May 16, 2009 at 8:01 AM
Steve and Jen said...: I love Heat Beer! It is the best!
Such cute boys! Can't she have more? :-); May 22, 2009 at 11:18 AM

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