In no particular order, here is what my weekend consisted of:
- My best friend’s son, who is four, blew his nose into a tissue and then asked me if I wanted to smell it. No thanks, boy.
- He told me it smelled like “Santa stuff.” I had to ask his momma to clarify that for me. He meant cinnamon. I’m going to all cinnamon ‘Santa stuff’ from now on.
- My parents, nieces and I were playing cards. The curly haired twin was sitting by my mom, and the curly haired kid played a reverse card. She looked at me and screamed: “I just reversed your mom!” And then I died of laughter.
- It’s always good when kids give you song recommendations.
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