Wake up, Jacob!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Boys Must Be Born Gross
Actual conversation from the dinner table this evening:
ME: John Paul, please get a Kleenex. You have snot running to your lip.
HENRY: I think that's way cool!
ME: I think that's way gross.
JOHN PAUL: Yum!
(Ewww.)
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