After saying prayers tonight we were marching the kids down the hall to start their bed routines and personal prayers when I looked over my shoulder at Nate and said, "I think daddy should go get me a diet coke, then lay on the bed watching tv and rub my booda!" Totally kidding about everything except the diet coke part...I almost died laughing when Eli yelled out desperately trying to avoid his own bed time, "I want to rub your booda mom! Please!" Now I've heard it all...
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