Connor has been cracking me up lately. Today, he pointed to his chicken, looked at me very seriously, and said, “That’s a froggy. I ate it.” He seemed relieved when I told him that it was not a froggy.
Maybe he’s been watching too much Duck Dynasty.
He loves to be funny. He sometimes asks, “That’s funny?” He laughs when he calls us by the wrong names, when he tickles, when he hides.
I said, do you know twinkle, twinkle? Yup!
“Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit.”