My 6-year-old son wandered into my room as I was changing after a Christmas party tonight.
“Mommy, you have leg socks,” he said.
“Those are called stockings,” I said.
He looked at my legs dubiously. “They aren’t filled with candy though.”
Share ThisMy 6-year-old son wandered into my room as I was changing after a Christmas party tonight.
“Mommy, you have leg socks,” he said.
“Those are called stockings,” I said.
He looked at my legs dubiously. “They aren’t filled with candy though.”
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I’m sure EnviroSpouse would beg to differ
LOL dm - exactly what i was thinking…
Damn, DM beat me to it!
-Frank
You know I set you guys up!
Yes … we’re predictable dogs aren’t we?