A couple of days ago, W and I were partaking of our high fructose corn syrup infused breakfast at the dining room table. Seriously, why does granola have to contain HFCS? I guess if I wasn't so cheap, I could find some without it... at least my intentions are good, right?
Anyway, W kept pointing outside and saying "plane" over and over. I didn't hear a plane so I just brushed it off. But he kept insisting there was a plane in the sky. So I looked out the window to see what he was pointing at.
Turns out that "plane" was really a dead bug on the window. Pretty sure I killed that bug at least a week ago. Pretty sure it's time to wash the windows. Especially because around 4pm, when the light is just right, you can see a perfect imprint of his little face and hands from when he figured out that if he pressed his nose against the glass, he could make his nose run and sometimes make boogers come out. Life is so much fun when you're a 2 year old boy.
2 comments:
Jo, you crack me up!
Ahhh....bugs and boogers - there's nothing better!
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