You know your kid's growing up when he starts getting jokes meant for your husband.
The other day the three of us (Kas was sleeping) were sitting around folding laundry. Tin was "helping" me pair socks. Of course, he was doing more throwing the socks around than matching them, so I asked him how many socks he was matching and how many he was throwing. He answered the second question: "Two."
Looking at Andres, I rolled my eyes and muttered, "Too many." To which Tin let out a guffaw.
"Too many! Too many!" he said, giggling. Then he came up to me and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek. "Mommy, you're silly! Too many..." And he sighed and shook his head from side to side, as if to say, what am I going to do with her?
Understanding puns? Oh no, that kid is no longer my little baby...
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