i played mommy the last few days.
and it's hard work.
*my sissie +her hub went to NYC for about
4(ish) days, i watched the 3 kiddos for 2
anyway, jason was there for breakfast yesterday
morning and as i was unloading/loading the (nice)
dishwasher (nice dishwashers make a big difference
in my life. can't wait for a nice one. oh someday. and
someday i'll get a washer/dryer in my living quarters.
that'll be something to celebrate.) i overheard a little
convo between jason and cole (3 yr-old who says "oy"
for the r sound and has a bit of an unexplainable accent
as well. i hope he never grows out of it. well. i hope he
doesn't grow out of it for a while. he might get teased
about the "oy"s if it continues throughout his h.s. career.)
*oh! the whole reason for this covo maybe started with a
(pretty big) toot (or fart, or whatever you call it) coming
from jason's chair at the breakfast table:
cole: (pretty impressed) ahhh! you foyted. (laughing)
jason: i did? (pretending to be shocked)
about 1/2 of a second passed by...
cole: ewe! you smell like a mohawk!
go drink your milk somewhere else!
i guess ya can't slip anything by that one.
and i'm not sure what a mohawk smells like,
but i'm thinkin it's pretty bad.