Conversation between Whitt and I today in the Target parking lot: We were singing, "Wheels on the Bus." We had made it through all the normal verses, and I said, Me: "Who do you want to sing about next, buddy?" W: "Daddy" Me-starting to sing: "The daddies on the bus,....What do they do, buddy?" W: "Read" Me-singing: "The daddies on the bus read their books, read their books.." W: "NO, Mommy! They read their bibles!" Me-singing: "Ok, the daddies on the bus read their bibles, read their bibles, read their bibles. The daddies on the bus read their bibles, all through the town..." Then I asked, "What do the mommies on the bus do?" Whitt's response, "NOTHING!!!" No worries, just the night before Whitt had looked at Michael with his most stern glare and stated in his most irratated voice, "I am 10,000 times angry with you, Daddy!" complete with a righteous foot stomp.
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