"Yu-Tee, Mama"
That's what James said about dinner last night. Tasted fine to me, thanks. This is the first time James has ever actually told me his food was yucky. I am sure it won't be the last.
Another funny James-ism from yesterday:
James: Me in hospi-al, Mommy.
Me: Yeah, you were in the hospital when you were born, weren't you?
James: Jesus make me sick.
Me: No, Jesus didn't make you sick.
James: Jesus make me better.
Me: Yeah.
James: Jesus eats pizza!
And on a side note, tomorrow morning we sign our lives away, uh, I mean close on the house. I am looking forward to unpacking and knowing where everything is again.
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