We roasted some marshmallows tonight; sat around a little campfire. Daniel poked around at the fire like he always does. . . it created lots of smoke, as fires will do.
Jacob, perched in his lawn chair, waxed eloquent: "Daddy, you and Mommy have children. You are parents. Your children are getting smoke in their eyes!"
Wow. Gotta love creative complaints.
*dying laughing*
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