You gotta love him…
I was sitting on the computer trying to get some work done when my middle one, Alden, walked into the room. He asked, “Mom, do you live in Tennessee?” I of course hesistated. If I can impart any words of wisdom or insight on my Alden it is that these kinds of questions are always followed up with some sort of “ba-da-ba-da-shing” (that’s a drum sound). So I took a breath, I knitted my brows and I said, “Alden, really? What are you doing?”
A: “Mom, just answer it, do you live in Tennessee?”
Me: (still hesitating and taking a very deep breath)
A: “Mom, I just wanted to know if you lived in Tennessee because from where I’m standing, you’re the only ’10’ I see.”
Yes, you’ve got to love him.
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