So yesterday my son tells me that I should stay home with "The Little Babes".
This is his nickname for his little sister - I have no idea where he got the idea, but I totally wish I had thought of it first! (Although, it comes out more like "the yittle bebs", which I think is completely adorable!)
Ok, back to the story:
HIM: Mommy, you and the yittle bebs need to stay home today because Daddy and I have to go out this afternoon.
ME: Where are you going?
HIM (looking at me in obvious disgust that I am so clueless): We HAVE to go get the Cwistmas twee. (Duh.)
ME: Why are you going to get a Christmas tree?
HIM: So we can bring it home and get it decorated all pwetty. (Duh again. Apparently Mommy is completely clued out here.)
ME: But we just had Christmas. Next Christmas is still a long time from now.
HIM: Like how yong?
ME: More than three hundred days away.
HIM: Like how many? (Obviously he does not believe me.)
ME: Like more than three hundred and thirty days.
HIM (looking completely dejected): Oh. That's a yong time away.
Silence as he contemplates the 330+ days.
HIM: Mommy, so when is it going to be spring?
This is his nickname for his little sister - I have no idea where he got the idea, but I totally wish I had thought of it first! (Although, it comes out more like "the yittle bebs", which I think is completely adorable!)
Ok, back to the story:
HIM: Mommy, you and the yittle bebs need to stay home today because Daddy and I have to go out this afternoon.
ME: Where are you going?
HIM (looking at me in obvious disgust that I am so clueless): We HAVE to go get the Cwistmas twee. (Duh.)
ME: Why are you going to get a Christmas tree?
HIM: So we can bring it home and get it decorated all pwetty. (Duh again. Apparently Mommy is completely clued out here.)
ME: But we just had Christmas. Next Christmas is still a long time from now.
HIM: Like how yong?
ME: More than three hundred days away.
HIM: Like how many? (Obviously he does not believe me.)
ME: Like more than three hundred and thirty days.
HIM (looking completely dejected): Oh. That's a yong time away.
Silence as he contemplates the 330+ days.
HIM: Mommy, so when is it going to be spring?
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