Zoe is screaming.
Jack-boy to the rescue:
"Awe, Zoe, don't cry. . . hey Zoe, wanna see my butt?"
Suprisingly, it wasn't helpful.
Seriously I think someone else is raising my son in secret. Where does he come up with this stuff?
Last night before bed I asked him to go potty before getting in his Jammies.
"I already did."
"When?"
"In the grass."
"Ah."
Why did I even ask? The problem was he just came in from playing in the FRONT yard.
"It was funny Mom"
Hmmm. I bet he thought so. My plants and neighbors. . . probably not so much.
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