Conversation. Yesterday. Early morning. Cold(ish).
Me: So, we’re going to go running as soon as we get home from dropping Braden off, right?
John: *look of pain* No, it’s too cold. I’m not doing it.
Me: So, I just asked you if we were going to go running, and you said, “No, I’m a giant vagina.” Is that what you just said? ‘Cause that’s what I heard.
John: Yes. I am a giant vagina.
Me: Okay. I’m glad we got that settled.
These are the days of our lives.
PS: It is rare that I publish a post without a photo, but I think we all know that you appreciate the fact that I didn’t stage the appropriate photo for this one. You’re welcome.