Tonight I felt like I constantly had to get on Breydon to get him moving (wonder where he gets that from...@John Eisele...). Anyway, I was trying to get him out of the car so we could run in the house for the start of the Colts game:
Me: Breydon, would you please hurry up! You are slower than molasses!
Breydon: Mom, what's molasses?
Me: It's like syrup and when you pour it out it moves ver...
Me: Breydon, would you please hurry up! You are slower than molasses!
Breydon: Mom, what's molasses?
Me: It's like syrup and when you pour it out it moves ver...
y slow...kinda like you!
Breydon: That's funny, Mom. I thought molasses was a donkey!
Me: *Immediately turned head to hide my face.*
I cannot stop laughing! I love this kid!
Breydon: That's funny, Mom. I thought molasses was a donkey!
Me: *Immediately turned head to hide my face.*
I cannot stop laughing! I love this kid!
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