Kim: 3 years old. Running fast. "Mommy, Mommy, Daddy needs some paper toilet. For his other leg."
Keri: 3 years old. To my mom's girlfriend, who was nursing her baby: "HEY LADY!!! He's bitin' your apple!"
Kelly: 3 years old. In grocery cart, being pushed by cute uncle Aaron. Expresses her love. Aaron tells her it's not to be. She replies, "But who will know, my Lovely?"
Pete: 4 years old, barging into the bathroom just as my mom heaves her 9 month pregnant belly (me inside) out of the shower. "Mom! I think your baby's standin' up!!!"
Kady: 3 years old. Insists on being called a new name every day. To neighbor friend, who asked what my name was that day: "Junius."
Poor Peter, was he totally hen-pecked? Oh, maybe not, I remember the fart story.
Do NOT feel sorry for Peter. In addition to farting in my mouth, he was the only kid in my family who didn't have to wear hand-me-downs.
Not true Kady, I saw a picture of Pete as a child in some light blue short shorts that my mom insists were hers at one point. So maybe you should feel even worse for him.
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