Sweet Boy#3–“Daddy, your leg hair tastes terrible!”
I am practicing a new hairdo for the upcoming writer’s conference and Sweet Boy#3 compliments me. “Momma, your hair is SO pretty!”…I would have trusted the compliment a little bit more, if my hair hadn’t been up in pink curlers at the time.
Sweet Boy#1–“I think that when Sweet Boy#2 fell on my belly, it squeezed all the energy out my mouth.”
Sweet Boy #3–“Momma, I found a girl at school I want to marry. She isn’t in my class and she has a beautiful black and white dress and she wants to marry me too!”