Last night we somehow got on the subject of me losing my mind. It's been on my mind a lot, how much I'm forgetting and all. Grayson was the only child left awake (surprise, surprise) and was listening to our conversation and repeating everything we were saying. Anyhow, I was getting up to go brush my teeth and I finished the conversation with, "Grayson, your mommy is a loony bin," (I know, it makes no sense...but I meant to say I
belong in a loony bin). Then Grayson says, "Mommy, you're a moving van."
Which isn't too far from the truth, but I'M WORKING ON IT, OKAY!
3 comments:
Hahaha! Kids are so funny. And you look nothing like a moving van, btw :)
Kids say the darndest things; always good for a laugh. Soooo not even close to a moving van-- ours was HUGE!!!
Hee hee! I say I'm a loony bin all the time, and I mean to say it. Nothing wrong with a little crazy talk. If you're a moving van, I'm most certainly a mac truck :)
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