I found myself sitting across the table from Noah during lunch today while we ate some pizza. There wasn't much conversation between us because he appeared to have something on his mind. After cramming another too big of a bite into his mouth, he asked me this question:
Noah: Mom? Have you ever had a cat in your bum?
Me: Uhhhh . . . a cat?
Noah: Yeah.
Me: In my bum?
Noah: Uh-huh.
Me: No.
Noah: Oh.
What the . . . ?
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I would like to have Dr. Phil analyze that and leave a comment for all the rest of us to read.
I will withhold all of my other comments but only because I have so much self control!
Uhhhmmmm, yeah, I HAVE.... and I certainly wouldn't recommend it.
i'm mike's brother in law. this is the first time i have visited your blog and now i am a little scared of your son! ;-)
Awesome! I am not really sure what that means either, but I love the things kids say.
He needs his own show! Hilarious!
I think he's doing it intentionally.
It's part of his master plan to make you think you've gone crazy.
That's my guess.
I'm just really glad we don't have a cat!
Hi Julie!! I found your blog and was so excited!! I left the CLIC before you finally got Noah and I've often wondered how it worked out. I'm so glad you were finally able to bring him home and he is the cutest little boy ever!! He seems so happy too. I'm glad you were able to give him a home.
Oh my little boy is nearly ten months old now!! His name is Nathan. I have just started a new blog that is private. You can leave a comment with your email on my old blog and I will add you to my new one. The old blog is dallinandkatie.blogspot.com and my new one is katiendallin.blogspot.com
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