Tonight, I was talking on the phone and making Mikie's bed up with clean sheets. Mikie (always needing to talk to me when I am having a conversation with others) came over and started talking:
Mikie: whining "Mommy, I want. . . I want. . . I want. . . I want. . . "
Mom: "Mikie, spit it out!"
Mikie: confused "But there's nothing in my mouth."
Eventually, I stopped laughing, and he told me what he wanted to say (that he didn't want to go to bed).
Good thing I didn't say "put a sock in it."
Love, The Trahans
November 2012 . in pictures
13 years ago
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