As I hurriedly slapped on a coat of my favorite mascara in an effort to look less like an aging matron and more like the hottie I always imagined myself, Sam and Will played in the empty bathtub behind me.
Sam: Will–here’s your ding-ding.
Will (excitedly): My ding-ding!!
I turned to find them exchanging a foam picture of a traffic light that they pretend is the switch Thomas the Train passes on his run around the Island of Sodor. It makes a dinging noise. What did you think I was going to say?
the minute little boys start talking ding-dongs, there really is only one way your mind can go.
Max has started saying “dinkle”………don’t know where that came from, NOT Thomas the Train and NOT me!!!
That’s exactly what I thought you were going to say. ps- found my sunglasses (they were at the bottom of a blackhole pocket in my diaper bag) have you found yours?
You almost got me! Ok, who am I kidding…you totally got me! They are so cute! Excited to see them in a week!