So we go to the pool, and my son brings along a frozen bottle of Ozarka to play with. (what? like you don’t let your kids play with ice) So of course, not long after we arrive, the ice has melted and he has a water bottle to play with. Things are going good, right? […]
This thing, if it’s anywhere close to what they describe, would rock. Therefore? We’ll never see one.
Detective 1, played by five year old nosey-person: “Why was the door locked?” Detective 2, played (adorably) by three year old know-it-all: “Why is daddy all sweaty?” Detective 1: “Why couldn’t I come in a little while ago?” Detective 2: “Why is daddy all sweaty?” Â (she’s a bulldog, this one) Detective 1: “Did you lock […]