Today . . . in my classroom . . . spoken by a five year old girl: "Hey Mrs. DeHoog, do you want to know something about my little brother?" So I obligingly say yes, and am promptly met with shrieks of giggles as she shouts "HE DRINKS BOOBIE MILK!"
Tonight . . . at our house . . . spoken by my husband: "It's never going to stop is it?"
"What?" I asked very innocently, and also while trying hard to look cute. "The total randomness of living with you." After 5 years of marriage, you'd think he'd be used to it by now.
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