Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Thomas And The Meatball

This is what my son has me do about fifty times a day. You name a food or drink that he's been within a hundred feet of - that story has been told. And it has to follow the same pattern. I have to mistakenly call my son a little boy - he corrects me - and then we plow on word for word. Then - when I'm done and he's finished giggling he'll tell me to start the next one - but with a sausage/ice cube/potato.


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