It's very possible there is an eleven year old boy in me somewhere.
India: Momma, can we see the balls? (She means a commercial full of bouncing balls)
Me: What balls?
India: That guy's balls. I want to see that guy's balls.
Me: giggle, giggle.
Who let that boy in here? Good grief.
1 comment:
Ah, c'mon. That's just classic. You can't ask for a better lead in than that.
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