Tuesday, March 14, 2017
I came downstairs this morning rubbing my hands, trying to warm them up because it is unusually cold in our house today. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed Blake standing at the table playing with Lincoln Logs, stark naked.
Me: "Blake, aren't you cold??"
Blake (casually): "No, certainly not. I'm not cold."
Well that settles that, I guess. Haha! The things that come out of this boy's mouth! I love him!
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