So today we all decided (at John Michael's suggestion) to have a popsicle on our way to take Clara to school. As I was buckling JM into his car seat, I could see him eyeing my popsicle. In the past, he has rushed to finish his popsicle so he can then ask for mine (and I usually give it up). But he must have assessed that he had too much of his pop left for that to work this time, so instead he went with: "I need test yours!"
Gee, I wonder where he learned that phrase?
Needless to say, he got a lick of my popsicle!
1 comment:
Too funny! You never know what's going to come out of their mouths at that age!
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