Last night as I was rocking Weston and singing, he was frowning at my face and I knew what he saw...
Weston (pointing to a pimple on my face): "Mom, you got a nipple on your face."
Me: "It's not a nipple, it's a pimple."
Weston (frowning harder): "Can you cut that pimple off?"
I wish.
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Oh my gosh this is hilarious! Thank you for making my night!
ReplyDelete~Kristy Brinker Houston