Son # 1: He had really big feet!
(at 7:05 am, pre-coffee for mommy & me)
Me: What? Who, baby? Who had really big feet?
Son # 1: I was hungry so I looked under my door. He was putting my cereal for me at my table. He had really big feet.
Son # 1 looks down at the floor where I'm standing and and then his little face takes an expression so proud as if had he discovered the theory of relativity.
Son # 1: It was you, daddy! You got my cereal for me.
PS: My feet aren't really all that big, by the way.
This site is dedicated to my fondness for fowl. Not in any way that requires years of therapy. It's not even my favorite meat. I just think it's neat. What can I say? I am easily amused.
Plus, it may have something to do with the fact that my first and middle names said together are a homonym of poultry (Paul Troy).
Plus, it may have something to do with the fact that my first and middle names said together are a homonym of poultry (Paul Troy).
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kids are funny!
Hello? Where did YOU go? Taking my lead and cruising 'round the Caribbean!? :)
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