Josh told me tonight that my dinner smelled good...but...it was a little slanty. Ryan and I both looked at each other with raised eyebrows. What the heck does that even mean? When questioned, Josh didn't have an answer either. Just that it was slanty. Whatever. What a strange child I have.
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Slanty. Hmmm. Never heard that one before. :) Well, hang onto it. It can become your own family slang.
Ha ha! That's so funny! Geez, I'm so excited for Peter to actually be able to say more than a few words to me that I haven't really thought about the time that will come when he can criticize my cooking!
hahaha...that is so funny...I just love that kid!
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