Reese: “Mama, whatcha doin’?”
Me: “I’m making you a peanut butter sandwich for lunch.”
Reese: “I don’t want the peanut bulla.”
Me: (amused) “Oh. Well then, what do you want?”
Reese: “Peanut bulla!”
So cute. We have some friends who’s girls called gum – dum – but of course if YOU said it that way they would correct you. Not dum dad, DUM! Miss you!
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Mrs. Ames., E.F. Benson
Finding Organic Church, by Frank Viola