Zoë wanted me to play with her.
Me: I have to go wee-wee first, okay?Zoë: Okay. I help you wee-wee, Mommy.Me: How are you going to help me wee-wee?
I was really curious.
I was thinking that maybe what she had in mind
was to help me pull down my pants
or maybe to get the seat down for me.
Zoë leaned in close and whispered in my ear,
“I help wipe your bum-bum, Mommy.”
At a party that Josh recently attended,
a little boy came up to him and said,
“I know you, but I don’t know your name. What’s your name?”
Josh looked at him and told him,
“Well, if you don’t know my name, you don’t know me.”