When we pulled up to Chipotle this weekend, I said, "J we're here." And from the back seat in a small voice I heard him say, "I peel (feel) like guacamole." And just like that it was Sunday morning with me saying "Amen brother, hallelujah! That's my boy." He gets me, he really does! :)
And you might be a redneck if your imaginary friend is named Taterhead. It's true, I couldn't make this stuff up. And I can barely keep a straight face while drying and tucking taterhead in bed tonight. They say that kids with imaginary friends are really smart. Do you think this still applies if they name the imaginary friend taterhead? :)
We've been really sick here, another round of antibiotics on me. And when I noticed that said sick child had his finger up his nose I told him politely not to do that, that that's why we are sick. This was met with a "Try it Ma." Um, no. What do you say to that?
And I'm proud to report that J is the new owner of the Chuggington interactive railway. I was so excited that he went #2 in the potty that I nearly wet my own pants. What a day! Happy Wednesday to you. Until tomorrow.