My kids managed to pick up one of those lovely sayings that I’ve so enjoyed NOT hearing since they are homeschooled and a bit more sheltered from such things.
Ruby’s version:
“How old are you?”
“28.”
“What color is the sky?”
“Blue.”
“Momma blew up! Isn’t that funny?”
Oh, so funny.
Eden, coming at me with the real version, got a little lesson in dynamite and the like.
“What does to blow up mean, Eden?”
“To poop your pants and leak.”
“Umm, that’s a blow out. But I’m glad you think that I pooped my pants and you aren’t wishing me dead.”
Never read this blog with food in your mouth. Now I have to clean off the computer screen. Mom
🙂 I love you, Mom.