Out of the mouths of babes…

Today was J’s first day of 3rd grade. When I picked him up, there was lots of conversation about the fun things he did, who he saw, and what he would take back in the morning as his homework. In the middle of all this talk, S, from the back of the van called to me, “Momma.”

“What do you need, Baby?” There was a long pause, and no answer.

I guess G got tired of waiting, “Spit it out, S!” he commanded her.

“Spit what out? I don’t have anything in my mouth,” she answered him.

“The words. What where you going to tell Momma?” he wanted to know.

“I’m going to keep the words in my mouth,” she announced.

And as of this moment, six hours later, she has.

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