Nothing quite like a sincere, from the belly, genuine laugh.
These little men have such uncanny timing, providing comic relief when it's needed most.
Grady calling anyone and everyone "Butt Crap" when he gets frustrated. I know I should be a better example and not find this funny especially when I'm fighting a war on potty talk daily, but come on… I can't help but giggle every time I see his furrowed brow, and hear his punchy "BUTT CRAP!"
He is the youngest of 3 boys.
Preston desperate to clean his hands, in urgency begs,
"Mom quick! Can you hand me a wipe or some fertilizer?"
Fertilizer, sanitizer, it's basically the same thing.
Grady grabs my bra, puts it on his head, over his eyes, and says with his little lisp, "Mom, are theeths your glatheths?"