I was putting face cream on yesterday morning and Nash, as usual, asked why I was doing it. I told him my skin was dry and this is what ladies did. He asked me if I was a lady.
Then we went to Wendy's for lunch and I slipped a few extra straws in my purse to take home. Nash, whose speech is sometimes hard to understand, clearly yelled out asking me why I had all those straws. I told him I need them for home. In a very loud voice, he said, "a hundred of them??". I had maybe a dozen but I'm sure the other patrons in Wendy's thought I should be arrested.
I took my little treasure home to Kim's along with his frosty. When Nolan saw that Nash had a frosty and he didn't, he had a fit. Now, the last time I had Nolan overnight he got a chocolate sundae but that didn't matter to him. He hung over Nash's shoulders like the family dog, hoping for a hand out. After a while Nolan came to me with a big smile on his face and proudly said that Nash had let him lick the lid to his frosty.
I love those kids and the humor they provide me.
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