Kids – Keeping It Real

So last night I came home from work and Terry and Henry were upstairs.  After our initial hugs and greetings Henry and I found ourselves in my bedroom so I could change out of my work clothes. (FACT: If I am not out of my work clothes in less than 8 minutes from getting home my work clothes disintegrate off me.)

Well Henry climbed in our bed and wanted me to lay down with him under the covers.  I couldn’t pass up the offer.  So we laid there and I asked him about his day and he told me all about it, to which I understood approximately 12% of what he said.

He got really really close to me with his head on a pillow and mine on one as well and we shared such a sweet conversation.

He then looks at me and says:

H.: “Mommy?”

Me: “Yes buddy.”

H: Totally unrecognizable gibberish

And then he points at my nose and says…

H: “ucks!  Mommy ucks here!”

He then tries (I stop him!) to put his finger IN my nose to get out the ucks.

(Insert laughter from both of us)

Thank you my wonderful child for pointing out the fact that I have yucks in my nose.  I appreciate it.  

Also, please let me know if I have anything in my teeth, on my face, or if I have a funk about me.  Yep.  That would be great.  ;-)

Ahhhh, kids….keeping it real!!!