Baby Blase

The dreaded Monday morning pre-pre-school goodbye

me: “Hey buddy, time to ride to school with daddy.”

H: “Okay. Bye Bye mommy.”

me: “…!?”

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On the way to the Lego store pre-storm weather

H: “Big, puffy clouds make rain.”

H: “Scary clouds make thunder… Rumble. Rumble.”

H: “Cinnamon clouds make cinnamon apples.”

H: “Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.” (exaggerated, fake, post-joke laugh)

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While “working” on his bike – attempting to loosen a bolt with a wrench

H: “UGH! I need a mechanic. For help me!”

Listening: Suuns