My son, as he is standing on the toilet seat while I comb his hair, is poking me in the stomach....
Him-- Boink, Boink.... Mom, you're belly is getting big!
Me-- Yeah, yeah.
Him-- No Mooooooooooom, you're belly is getting HUGE.
Me-- Really? You really think so, cuz I thought it was getting smaller.
Him- No Mom, no. It's getting huge-er. Like you're whole body is getting huge. Like you're going to get so huge that you can break this chair.
Me-- Super.
Him-- Yeah. You prolly could.
Me-- Thanks son. You're grounded.
**Will someone puhhhleeeze pass me the xanax?**
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