Me: Noah, I need you to pick up your toys so I can vacuum.
Noah: I no do dat wight now. I hab work to do.
Me: You have work to do!?
Noah: Yeah, wike Daddy.
Me: And what sort of work would that be?
Noah: I do Misser Pao (read: Potato) Head.
Methinks: Ah, yes. Pressing work indeed.
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Our busy little boy! How sweet -
reading that was better than a
valentine. Love that Noah boy.
Hi Carol! So glad it gave you a grin, too! He keeps me in stitches lately. Just trying to share the wealth. ;)
I Love that :) So sweet.
Ha Ha He's so cute!
haha! Duh, Mommy.
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