Blake has told me many "secrets" lately. Which I am totally exploiting through this blog. Do I feel bad about it? Nah. He'll thank me someday when we all sit around and laugh about how he was always the funny one. And then we won't have to feel bad that we don't remember all the funny things he said, because his lecherous mom posted them for all the world to see. But as Blake truly NEVER stops talking, at least 1/4 of what he says has got to be funny. Or maybe it's just being four. Anyway, here are a few of my favorite "secrets." (all whispered to me by the cutest little dimpled four-year-old I've ever met)
"Mom, I have a very important question. But it's a secret....Are you sure little boys can never grow up to be princesses?"
"Mom, you want to know why I stopped wetting the bed? Because I said a prayer and it was magic."
and today...
"Mom, do you want to know why I don't like going to bed or trying new foods? It all has to do with a four letter word. The word is... (very quiet whisper) HATE. I hate going to bed, and I hate trying new foods."
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