In the house this morning; I'm trying to clear up the flotsam and jetsam of three vacations.
Eddie (clearly chewing something I have not fed him): I have to go potty.
Me: Eddie, what are you eating?
Ed (cheeks full): Nuffing.
Me: What do you have in your mouth?
Ed: I found it. On the floor.
Me: What is it?
Ed (brows furrowed): I don't know.
Me: What does it taste like?
Ed: It is a nut.
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I love it. If PJ could talk, we'd have this conversation every.single.day.
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