Every evening, before he is sent to bed, Will helps Steve "make the bed". Which is really just an excuse for the two of them to wrestle. Tonight, I joined in and at one point Steve wrapped his arms around Will and I and declared us a sandwich. Will was the cheese.
Will hates to be called anything but a boy or "will", so he immediately started arguing. Once he had us straightened out he proceeded to inform us that I (aka, Momma) was not bread either.
According to my loving four year old, I'm a big huge girl.
Out of the mouths of babes.
Showing posts with label 4-year old lacks tack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 4-year old lacks tack. Show all posts
Friday, May 8, 2009
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