Every once in a while, JJ gets a tiny storm stuck in him, and he just has to let loose. Tonight, in the midst of Hurricane JJ, a little hand smacked me in the head. Shocked, I yelped, "Ouch!"
JJ immediately stopped, looked at me very seriously, and said, "I sorry, Mom." He then proceeded to climb up on me and wrap his arms around my neck. A second later, he asks, "Piss?" (JJ-speak for kiss. How cute is that?) After a big wet one, he climbed back down to continue mass destruction of our family room.
So, do you think I'm in trouble?
6 years ago