Tuesday, January 25, 2005

The Talker Doesn't Have it All Figured Out, Yet

The boy was telling me the following while he was sitting next to The Princess in the double jogging stroller, on our afternoon walk:

"She is my sister. She is my husband. Aww, I love my husband. What a nice husband."

I interrupted him. "No, she is your sister. And don't get any ideas boy. We are not in Alabama..."

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