Friday, December 4, 2009
Last night as a lay in bed next to my eight year old son, I asked him what lullaby he would like, to which he replied, "Kung Fu Fighting." Nice. So I gave it my best shot. Then he said, "Mom, your breath stinks."
"Whatever. My breath smells like roses," I retorted.
"Yeah. Dead ones."
I love boys.
Posted by Mindy Gledhill at 4:04 PM