Saturday night we roasted marshmallows in the fireplace and made s'mores. Luke was very excited. "Mom, these marshmallows are so sexy!" Everyone got quiet. "Did I say a bad word?" "Well, it isn't a bad word," I told him. "It's a grown-up word that kids don't need to use." Now, everywhere we go he feels it necessary to educate the public on the word "sexy" and how it should only be used by grown-ups. During this awkward process he generally says "sexy" another five or six times. I'm onto his game.
Brantley whispered to Luke this morning, "What do you want to get Mom for Christmas?" Luke whispered-shouted back, "A fruit roll up." I can hardly wait.
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