I love when Aren talks. He has this great little accent that is more New York than Maryland or Utah, where his parents grew up. But I must admit there are times when what comes out of his mouth, accent or not, can be a little frightening. Today is only one example...
"Dad! Come smell my hand!"
Ew.
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And, ew, to Aren!
Hah! Smell my HAND? I think we should set up a twitter for the strange things our kids say. Mary, this afternoon:
"Did somebody order a bowl of dreidel babies?"
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