Kids.

You know the phrase, “Kids say the darndest things.”

I spent most of yesterday making mental notes of all the silly things my boys blurted out. Such as:

-Driving home from Hayden’s school, we were crawling along on 465. Frustrated with the slow-moving traffic, 7-year-old Griffin says loudly, “I KNEW we should’ve rode our bikes.”

-Eating dinner at Chili’s, 3-year-old Hayden spotted an elderly man in the booth next to us. Loudly, he said, “Momma, when will I become a papaw?” I told him it won’t happen for a long, long time. “You mean, probably in twenty minutes?”

-On the way home from that dinner, Hayden kept at it, “When will I be old?” I told him it would be years and years, after he marries a woman and maybe has kids. “Ewwww, I will NEVER do that, cause you have to dance with a girl.”

-Hayden started to take his pants down out in public one day, and I told him we don’t do that. “It’s not good manners to show your privates to others. Mommy doesn’t do that.” His response? “You don’t HAVE privates, I’ve looked.”

And that’s just three days worth.

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