my mom bought
frozen waffles for his breakfast when he was at her house. scott made waffles
monday morning. steven said that he liked them better than the "toast
berry pills boy" waffles at grandma's house. you are bright, so you can
probably decipher that one. i had to call my mom and ask, "what kind of
waffles." she told me that it was actually Pilsbury Doughboy. i liked
steven's version. and really, pilsbury doughboy doesn't make any more sense than
toastbury pilsboy. but scott slipped up and said 'pilsbury' in front of steven.
now steven won't say the 'toastbury' version any more. he hates being wrong. he
doesn't find it cute. last time i said 'toastbury pilsboy' he got mad and told
me to only say it in my head. i hate when people correct his cute sayings. he
doesn't say things wrong very often. so i have to enjoy it when he does. he
used to say 'flum' for 'plum.' i loved that. but mom told him it was 'plum,'
and he refused to say 'flum' anymore. maybe i would have more fun with a dumb
kid.
Thursday, August 9
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