A drag…

Rex hasn’t started school yet because of staggered start, so he has been spending time with me, ‘taking errands’ as he calls it.

I took him to Target– my happy place, and he tells me ten minutes into the trip, “Come on, mom, this place is bumming me out.” We get in the car and he says, “thank goodness, that place is such a drag.”

Clearly, we need a DNA test to determine if he is my spawn.

Then, while I was on the phone, he says, “Okay, mom, this is your only warning. If you fall asleep during naptime, I’m going to draw a mustache on your face.”


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