Like Mother Like Son

Matt & I joke that Link may look just like him, but he is my personality – we’re mostly on the same wavelength (laugh at the same stuff, sensitive about the same stuff, annoyed by the same stuff…)

 

Driving home last night, Link starts to freak out.

 

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It took about 6 renditions of this:

Link:  WAHH, WAHH, BLAHH, BLAHH, WAHH, WAHH, BLAHHHHHHHHHHH

Me: Bud, deep breath, I can’t understand you.  Slow down, stop screaming, & speak like a big kid.

before I thought I heard the phrase “Mommy!  I have food in my nose!”

Me: Did you just say you have food in your nose?

Link:  Yes *whine*

Me: How did it get there?

Link: I put it there (love his honesty).

 

I couldn’t help but smile…because, you know, there was that one time I put a “fuzzy” up my nose.  And it rotted.  And I smelled HORRIBLE.

 

Thankfully, I’m sure granola is biodegradeable, not to mention, about 5 min. later down the road he says “I think I got it mom!”

Me: “oh, great!  Put it in this wipe”

Link: “I can’t, it’s on the floor with my boogers”


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