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Showing me his very dirty and very holey socks one Sunday afternoon, Colter told me, "But mom, these are my Sunday socks...they're HOLY...get it, mom...do ya get it?!" and he walked away snickering and laughing.
(Ages 7 & 8 must be the age for telling corny jokes.)
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Colter was jumping around rhyming words one day...more specifically, he was shouting out rhyming words rather loudly at his sisters, trying to annoy them.
"Agate...maggot..."
"Hey, are you a maggot or a agate?"
"Are you a agate or a faggot?"
(*Said in total innocence since they have no clue what the word 'faggot' means...to him, they were simply words that rhyme real well together...and he succeeded in annoying his sisters, which, I think, was his original intent to begin with.)
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2 comments:
Carla,
I can't believe Colter is 7.. it seems it was just last week he jumped off the couch and broke his arm.
Your babies are beautiful.. all of them.
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Thanks for stopping by, Sombra!
carla
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