Monday, September 5, 2011

Oh, HAIL...


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:

Dana said...

LOL, I bet Bert is having fun with that one...

Brittny said...

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.

The Hills said...

Love it! Both of my boys are obsessed with my boobs...however, they don't have names yet :-)

Kiera said...

I am DYING!!!! oh my goodness. He is a mess! :)

Meg said...

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!