A few days ago, the boys and I made pasta with broccoli and chicken in a red sauce – actually, I made the dinner, they watched. While we were eating, I was twirling the spaghetti around the tines of my fork, and Christopher commented on the rather large size of the bite. Before I could finish my reply, “I know,” he followed with, “that’s okay, Daddy, you have a big mouth.”
I laughed hysterically…
Could it be possible that he knows what a double entendre is?
Enjoying our cooking time…
This is so darn cute. I love you all, G-Dot.