Jack brought me a package of hot dogs this morning and wanted to eat one for breakfast. I tried to change his breakfast mind by offering him Cocoa Puffs, but he wanted a hot dog. As I was preparing it for him, I thought wow, my son is a Curtis - THEN - he started singing a hot dog song, and then he really became a Curtis.
Hot dog! Hot dog! Hot diggity dog! I'm just glad Colby doesn't like them because I can't stand them either!
ReplyDeleteI read this last night while Riley and I were watching our daily episode of Boy Meets World (fantastic show). And just as I finished reading the post, Riley broke out in song singing about how he wanted a sip of my root beer...
ReplyDeleteGross Jack! Does he eat them cold like his Nana?
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