Keithisms
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.
Comments
Kristin
hehe too funny
Period.
=)