Peyton: "Mommy?"
Me: "Yes?"
Peyton: "No ninner"
Me: "Why don't you want dinner?"
Peyton: "My shirt hurts"
Me: "Your shirt hurts?"
Peyton: "nya, my shirt hurts"
Me: "Do you mean your tummy hurts?"
Peyton: "Yeah Mommy, my tummy hurts"
Poor, adorable, sweet baby...
Tuesday, November 25
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4 comments:
Ohhhhhh...poor sweetie....his 'darn' shirt...hope it's all better for 'T' day...hugs..Namma
Poor kid but so cute! I hate it when my shirt hurts.
OH...that was so cute! Out of the mouths of babes...I'll call you soon!
Too cute. Jonathan threw up in the car the other day and said "oh I spit up a little bit." We about died laughing!
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