After All, It Really Is The Same Stuff.
Momma: Jack, come over here so I can blow your nose.
Jack: I got yuckies in there.
Momma: (laughing) I know. That's why I need to get a tissue for you.
Jack: No, no, no, no, no Momma. We don't use "a shoe". We use toy-wit paper.
Momma: 'Cause we're classy like that.
Jack: What's classy?
Exactly.

Too funny! I wonder what your son and my son's conversation would be like. lol.
ReplyDeleteVery funny!
ReplyDeleteWe are that classy too. :-)
LOL! Cute!
ReplyDeleteI've always thought you were quite classy. Now I'm sure of it!
ReplyDeleteLOL. Classy with a capital "K." This is why we get along so well.
ReplyDeleteDo ya have a couch on your front porch yet? JK, you are classy and don't let anyone tell you anything different.
ReplyDeleteI love your sharing these conversations :o)
ReplyDeleteSusan
You make me feel so normal. =)
ReplyDeletetoy-wit paper works just fine...much better than fingers that the non-classy folks use. ;o)
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of class...that 8 month old picture of Lincoln....he oozes class.
LOL :o)
ReplyDeleteThen my family is as classy as yours!
ReplyDeleteYes, exactly. :) Not that I can relate or anything...
ReplyDeleteI love it when they call you out :)
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