Last night, Brock and I were driving to pick Adrianna up from dance class.
The radio wasn’t on and we weren’t talking.
Just enjoying each other’s quiet company and reflecting on our days.
All of a sudden, Brock says, “BALLS!”
When I look in the back seat, he is holding up a bag of tennis balls that I keep forgetting to drop off at the babysitter’s house (that’s another story that I don’t entirely understand myself so I’m just going to leave that part out).
I sigh a small sigh of relief and he says, “Mom? Did you hear me? I said balls! Haha, that’s funny! It sounds like the balls that are in my pee pee.”
And honestly? How do I argue with that?