I should save this for a rainy day, but I can’t. I just can’t. This is a true story. Dys will back me up.
On Sunday, I was trying to make lunch for the crew. I asked my son if he wanted a PBJ. He responded by blowing a raspberry on his forearm.
“Well, do you want one or not?”
He did it again.
“Son, is that a yes or a no?”
“Aw, dad, I was speaking Far-talian!”
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