As I was tucking in Will tonight, I reminded him that he'll always be my boy, even when he is a man.
That's when he hits me with this one:
"But mom, when I am older I will move away and get a new house, a wedding ring, and a woman."
Right.
Will came to get me in the middle of the night because he had to go to the bathroom. As he was sitting on the toilet he says to me, "My tummy growled, mom. My body wants an ice cream cone."
Coming to me with a concerned look, Will asked...
"Are my lips chipped, mom?"
what?
"I mean chopped, Are my lips chopped, mom?"
no. You mean chapped?
"Yes, are they chapped?"
Doesn't look like it. They look fine.
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