Usually mine are pretty great. Crazy, obviously, but great.
Normally I’m not surprised when Brock comes up with something really bizarre and random because, well, because I do that all the time so it doesn’t surprise me when my offspring do it too.
But this past Friday? I’ll let you be the judge:
The kids and I had been gone all day at work and daycare and we were winding down, getting ready for bed.
Brock: Mom? What’s wong with your face?
Brock: It’s . . . weiwd. Oh! I know! Where are your gwasses?
Me: On my dresser. I took them off.
Brock: Well, put them back on. I don’t like your face without them.
Me: . . .
Brock: Mom! Your glasses! Put them back on!
Me: Am I ugly without my glasses?!
Brock: Not weally. I just wike dem better dan no gwasses.
I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry.