The kid ain't right... We've always known that.
Some of the things that come out of his mouth make me wish I could be inside his mind for a day. Maybe even just a couple of hours. More than that, and I believe I'd be haunted for life.
Recently, as I was doing the usual (pointless) pick-up routine, Hail passed by me in the living room, on his way to further destruction in a room I had just finished cleaning, I'm sure. As he strutted by, he slowed down only for a moment to say, without reservation, "That one's named Indie, and that one's Ana."
He pointed to each one of my boobs as he said this.
Then, he kept walking.
Maybe I breastfed him too long?? He's the only one who made it a whole year. Like I said, the kid ain't right.
5 comments:
LOL, I bet Bert is having fun with that one...
LORD HAVE MERCY!!!!!! Oh how I would pay to just sit in the corner of your house for a day! Has anyone ever told you that you should write a book about all the crazy stuff that happens? You totally should.
Love it! Both of my boys are obsessed with my boobs...however, they don't have names yet :-)
I am DYING!!!! oh my goodness. He is a mess! :)
I saw the comment on facebook from your sister and wondered what on earth she was talking about! This explains A LOT!!! Hehehehe, just had to laugh! Too cute!
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