Kiddo has a Big Mouth.
Like I have said before, I have NO idea where he got that trait.
*BLINKING INNOCENTLY HERE*
He also likes Toy Story.
So I will segway into our conversation in Target on Saturday night.
"Mom! They have Toy Story toys!!"
"Kiddo, we are not getting a Toy Story toy...this is not shopping for a prize"
"Mom! They have Woody!"
I'm going to interrupt here with my personal thoughts on a few things. One...whoever in the hell named that characted Woody needs to go shopping with a three/four year old in a toy store. Come on! Woody...give me a break! It's as bad as Percy being pronounced by a two year old. Again, the Namer needs beaten.
Back to the story:
"No Kiddo"
And then he belts out....
"Mom! I want the WIGGLY WOODY! Not the HARD WOODY! I want a WIGGLY WOODY!"
I couldn't fucking push the buggy fast enough.
And The Husband had to step into an aisle and laugh until he cried.
About Me
- Seriously....Me.
- Married to GI Joe, and the Mother to GI Joe Jr (whom is currently addicted to the Wonderful World of Superheroes), I'm a WV Hillbilly plunked down in a subdivision. I have a backyard garden, crazy neighbors, and a goofy dog that we love on Tuesdays. We love to travel and explore new things, so feel free to browse our life. Sometimes it is exciting, most of the time it is just life. But we are having a good time at it.
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