One morning I heard my boy singing to himself...
"I really can't stay
But Baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
But Baby, it's cold outside"
......
......
When he saw me he said,
"Mom, I have that conversation with my bed every morning."
:)
:)
My boy has a sense of humor
which I am certain was inherited from his father.
I love the laughter and warmth my guys add to my life.
It makes getting out of bed on a cold morning so much easier.
Mt Holly Fire and Ice Festival, January 26, 2013
And Baby, it was cold outside...
“Laughter is the sound of the soul dancing. My soul probably looks like Fred Astaire.”
― Jarod Kintz
