At the supermarket a few weekends ago, Boohead and Mommy were taking a spin through the aisles, with B'H in the shopping cart and Mommy taking a sharp corner.
::screeeeccchhhh:: or the Trini equivalent ::eeuurrrkksss:::
BH: That's good driving, Mommy.
H1: Thanks, honey.
BH: I like that driving, it makes my red hair blow in the wind.
I may have to disown him.
At the clothing store last weekend, Boohead and Mommy were roaming the aisles, trying clothes and looking in the mirror.
BH: I want to see a mirror
H1: Here, why don't you try on these hats while you're at it?
BH: ::tries on first:: Too furry. (and it was)
H1: Okay. How about this one?
BH: ::tries on second:: Too big.
H1: Okay. Ooh, here's one.
BH: ::tries on third:: 2.99!
I told them he knew how to read since he was about one year old. I told them.
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