I like to dance naked.
This could have been a sweet whisper made by my four-year-old privately in the safety of our home.
Except it wasn’t. It was his cheerful declaration to a room full of people as my husband’s boss formally introduced us to the staff.
Lucky for me, my husband jumped in with a timely rebuttal of “He gets that from his Mom.” Lucky for him our couch is comfortable.
Cute, innocent moments make great stories.
Like the time I asked my toddler where his tic tac went before the closing prayer at church. To which he pointed to his teeny, tiny tic-tac shaped nostril. {sidenote: dissolving mint burns slightly}.