Yesterday afternoon I was hurriedly cleaning up the house in anticipation of Uncle Thomas's arrival. I went from room to room rather frantically, picking up what I could, and of course Andy followed me everywhere I went and got in my way.
While I was picking up junk in his bedroom he patted my ever-expanding posterior and said, "I like your squishy butt, Mommy!"
I said, "Andy, ladies don't really like it when you tell them they have squishy butts."
He patted my rump again and said, "Oh, I'm sorry....Mommy, I like your pretty butt!"
I need to record these things before they disappear.
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