“Mommy!”

 my son calls out as he heads for the stairs, "What are you doing with Daddy’s old, icky sock?  You’re not trying to make a gross puppet out of that, are you, cuz I won’t play with it?!"

"No, dear, I’m darning it so he can wear it again."

….a few minutes later….

"Hey son, where’s your Mom, I need to ask her something?"

"Oh, she’s busy damning your sock."

I JUST LOVE BEING A MOM!!!!!

this morning’s entry is <—-that-a-way