Sunday, September 22, 2013
Conversations with a Mini-Human
So, I was out eating lunch with RHM today when a pretty, blonde teenager walked in the door. RHM watched her for a few minutes, then looked at me and said:
RHM: Okay, that's my mom.
AP: Uhhh, no. I'm your mom.
RHM: No, you're AP. That's my mom.
I'll have to keep an eye on this one. Two years old and he's already trying to go home with pretty women.
The Average Person (AP)