Every morning Luke comes charging into our bedroom and climbs into bed with us. Lately, the first thing he says is, "Something smells HORRIBLE!" Inevitably, it's my morning breath he is referring to.
This morning he climbed in and matter of factly said, "Mommy, your breath smells like farts."
I am humbled. Guess I need to start keeping some Listerine next to the bed.
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The Adventures of Captain Mommy, Salty, Pirate Luke, and First Mate Nate
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About Me
- Mother of Pirates
- Blessed with two little pirates, these are the daily adventures of a woman destined to be queen of her castle as she navigates the wild waters of parenting boys, fighting sea monsters, and traveling life's journey in search of buried treasure, all with a wonderful Salty man by her side. Mostly this is a journal dedicated to our boys, so someday we can recount our adventures together.
And This Be Pirate Luke
1 comment:
I do know your morning breath, and send Luke my sympathies. Your husband is a strong man.
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