Each time Max and I go to Albertsons to grab some groceries, he is immediately attracted to the bouncy balls that are kept on display. And EACH TIME he says to me in a whiny voice while pointing, "Mama! a balls?... a balls?... a balls?" And EACH time I say, "Yes, baby, I know, you see the balls and want to touch them...but you already have balls... you can play with your balls when you get home."
I seriously need to stop opening my mouth.
3 comments:
mother of the year!
love it!
I'm sure the people who walk by me in the store when I say that are thinking the same thing, bek...
especially after seeing me immaturely laugh at my choice of words.
Oh my goodness, you are too funny!
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