A conversation at the grocery store:
Me: Ian, do you want pretzels?
Ian: Do we have waffle pretzels at home? (where did he learn that???)
Me: Yes.
Ian: Those pretzels aren't right. (forcefully) This is how pretzels should look (pointing to a bag of "regular" shaped pretzels.)
LOL.
This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.
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It wasn't me.
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