This morning, as I was trying to ignore my short people who got up before the sun, I heard this conversation:
"Frodo took my tissues."
"Princess, you don't need to blow yours nose, you just sniff yours snot like this (snAARF!)."
What a delicious thought at 6:22 on a Monday morning.
Later, as Frodo and I were driving he informed me, "I don't have to blow mys nose, I just sniff it...and sometimes I eat it. It tastes good. Like chips."
See why I use pseudonyms for these poor kids? In fifteen years some cruel chick will google Frodo and come up with nuthin.
On another note, I take it you've still got a tummy :)?
The tummy is still here. Apparently the nesting was a false alarm. I wish I had some of it today!
I think I'll let the blog know when I'm in labor.
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