Friday, July 8, 2011


Early this morning

3:00 early

Keith burst into our room.

Rubbing his eyes, he slurred

"Mom, my pom poms are fancy."

"What?!"  I asked.  I was so confused.

"My pom poms are fancy."

"Your pom poms are fancy?"  I asked, trying to make sure I was hearing him correctly.

"Yes.  They are fancy."

"What are your pom poms?" I investigated.

He held up his knee and showed me his scab.  Evidently it had been hurting him in the night.  

Quite obviously, he calls it a pom pom.  More obvious, it is fancy.  :)

I love the funny things he calls things.
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