Tater can be so precious some days. We were playing out in the yard when he came running over to me asking for help. "Mom, my shovel! Help me!" "Mom, I can't find it!!!!"
Trying not to laugh since he is being very serious... "Tater, look in your hand."
Tater looks down at his hand, sees the shovel. He tilts his head, smiles, with a little shake to the head and says "Silly Tater."
Gotta love those moments.
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awe! they make me smile. Yours, that is. Mine, sometimes makes me want to rip out my hair! ;)
Love it! Just love it!
Up here in the Great White North, searching for a shovel means that it's snowing.
Lucky :-)
heh
And when that happens to me, I think I must be losing my marbles.
No, I haven't. They're in my pocket where I put 'em.
;-)
PROBABLY JUST TALKIN' OUT MY ASS ON THIS ONE
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