Unbeknowst to me, the mail was brought in the other day and was sitting on the dining room table. My daughter, in her never ending quest to find "those smelly strips in daddy's magazines," (translation: those perfume ads in her dad's pansy ass US Weekly magazines) grabbed a catalog and was looking through it at dinner.
I didn't realize until it was too late that she was flipping through Hot Asses Central, a Fredrick's of Hollywood catalog. My husband started asking Nate which girl he wanted for his girlfriend. His response to every fine piece of ass was, "Ewww, no."
Fast forward to last night. Nate wanted to lay in bed and talk before I fell asleep. It was 8:51pm, way past my bedtime. We started playing our "What's your favorite?" game and I was asking him what his favorite color was, favorite food, favorite toy, favorite Disney show, etc. (FYI his new favorite color is red, updated from pink)
He turned the tables on me, wanting to know:
- Mom, uts your favorite kwab? (yes, CRAB)
- I uve you momma, uts your favorite window?
- Mom, mom, mom, uts your favorite, ummmmmmm, mom, uts your favorite kwoset? (closet)
After giving my responses, he said he wanted a kiss. He leaned over and slipped me the tongue.
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