It’s been windy. Like really freakin’ windy. On the way to see my fabulous chiropractor, Joey (4 1/2) was asking questions about the wind. So, I asked, “What do you think makes the wind blow?”
His response, and the Joey-ism of the day:
“It’s Jesus. He’s ‘noring. Dat’s why it so windy! He sleepin’!”
And tonight, as I was finishing up Kimmi’s bath, I was having Josh (8) take the trash out of his bathroom. I said to Kimmi, as she was being ever so lady like picking her backside, “Why are you picking your tush?”
To my surprise, Josh said, “I don’t anymore!”
Poor child thought I was talking to him…
Oye.
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