What Will He Say Next?

Friday, I picked the kids up from school early for our hometown's homecoming parade. As we loaded in the car to race off for the parade (as usual, I was running late), Brother said, "Mom, a friend from my class was sent home today. He's really sick! He has a temperature of 130. He's probably got DeMonia (Pneumonia). " sounds pretty bad, huh. . .

Earlier this week, we were eating dinner when he looked up, smiled, and said to me . . .
"Good cookin, good lookin"

When he's not driving me crazy, he's cracking me up.

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