( :•O) You still won't say "Mrs." but you say "McIntyre" a lot. McIntyre sad, McIntyre head hurt, McIntyre sick.
Anyway, on the way to her house, there is still a lot of construction, even though it's a nice straight shot now that the road is paved. They're putting in water lines today, so there was a big trench and dirt on the side of the road. You said "sucio" and I thought... "that must be something in Spanish," I didn't recognize his 'Jack-a-neese' as we lovingly call his little dialect when we can't make out the word, but this was very clear. Very clear and not English. I took a shot, "in English?" and Jack said, "Dirty!" ah-ha! You're teaching me Spanish. Isn't that great? My two year old, teaching me a new language. You're something else.
Then you had to go and top it....
You pointed down at the dirt clumps and said, "ever-buddy POOPS!"

1 comments:
That's a pretty cute story. What a smartie.
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