If you were hanging out with us around the old homestead today, you just might have heard the following conversations:
Scott: Why aren't kids born with an intrinsic knowledge of how to put gloves on?
Milo: Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom! Mom! MOM! MOM!! MO-O-OM!!!!
Me: What?!? (I was in the shower)
Milo: I just wanted to say I love you.
Me: Shakes dripping wet head while shivering in a towel, leaving wet footprints
Violet: Can't catch me 'cuz I'm the gingerbread man!
Milo: I think it doesn't get foggy in town because the buildings scare it away.
Violet: mumble, mumble, mumble
Scott: What did you say?
Violet: mumble, mumble, mumble
Scott: What did you say? Honey, what did she say?
Me: She said she has to go potty. You'd better move!
1 comment:
Seriously, what is it with kids and gloves? Spread your hands! Put your fingers in the holes? In separate holes! I've been saying this forever.
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