I have to spit out my gum?
I was just in Ewan’s room, nursing him down for a nap, when I spied Holden walk from his room to his bathroom with a naked booty peeking out from underneath his shirt. He then came back to Ewan’s door and whispered through the opening:
“Mom, I have to go poop so I need to spit out my gum.”
Wha?
“I have to spit out my gum because I might swallow it when I’m pooping, but can I have another piece when I’m done?”
Priorities, right?
And here, with no segue, are our February pictures, taken at the grocery store (click on each to see it larger). I love them!
