The other day I noticed Justin was holding his tummy. The conversation went as follows...
Me: "Justin, is your tummy okay?"
JR: "yea."
Me: "Are you sure? Is your tummy hurting you?"
JR: "yea." (pause) "Mommy, I need a strewdriber."
Me: "You need a screwdriver? What for?"
JR: "To fits my tummy. I need some tools, Mommy."
He threw up a little bit later.
12 years ago
1 comment:
that's pretty funny. i love the stuff they come up with at this age!
Lately . . . anytime I tell Ryan that he shouldn't do something . . . he says: "Daddy saaiiid!"
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