Gdog has a cold, and hates to take decongestant. Occasionally though he comes and asks me for some. Today I heard him cough and asked him if he was okay.
"My nose is just stuffed up Mommy."
"Okay" I responded. "Do you want to take some medicine for your nose Gdog?"
"Ummm, maybe tomorrow, after my birthday... on Saturday."
That got me thinking. Isn't that when all the good stuff happens that doesn't seem to come soon enough? Tomorrow, your birthday and Saturday?
3 comments:
I couldn't agree more.
He's a pretty perceptive kid.
And I think I'll clean out from behind the refrigerator maybe after Christmas.
I like that....maybe tomorrow, at terrah.
He's got quite a good grasp on time, doesn't he?? Well said, Gavin!
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