Preston is obsessed with sharp things on his body. Nails. Hair. His vampire teeth.
This morning I left my little wallet with a mirror in it on the table. He found it during breakfast and spent most of breakfast time staring at his vampire teeth to make sure they were still sharp.
"Mom, guess what? I'm not chewing with my boulders, you know why? I'm chewing with my vampire teeth."
Some words are just too cute to correct. I just might be the parent of a 12 year old that still rides the "elligator", or visits the "jagwaters" at the zoo.
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