Jack comes running into my room with something in his hand.
Jack: Mommy, I poot.
Me: Uh, what's in your hand?
Jack: Mommy, I poot.
Me: Sick! Jack, next time you poot, tell me. Do Not go digging for it!!
Sheesh, I swear I washed his hands like a gazillion times.
3 comments:
haha I am dying laughing right now!
lovely Jack. you don't let your mom stop for a minute, do you? tell your mama to come see Max. glad that you had a good Christmas. both of you look stellar in your Christmas picture. we thought of you during the holidays.
I keep forgetting to tell you that I loved the Christmas card...very cute! So how was your birthday? I hope you had a great day and got to get pampered a little bit!
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