Sunday, November 13, 2011

On the way home

Hyrum: Mom, I smell.
Mom: Do you smell good or bad?
Hyrum:  Hmmm, I don't know.  Oh, I smell bad.

I'm assuming this will be a recurring theme as the boy grows up.  

The bandaid.  Also a recurring theme in our house lately.  It fixes everything and he's never without one somewhere.  Usually it's a knee, for some reason he ended up with one his forehead the other day.

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