"Mom, there's a bird in my book that looks like you." says the child.
"A bird?" says I.
"Yeah, look... It's you!"
.............. y'know what, fair.
"A bird?" says I.
"Yeah, look... It's you!"
.............. y'know what, fair.
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He had to accompany me for a blood draw. When the nurse asked me to verify my birthday, kiddo jovially announced "My mom was born in the nineteen hundreds 🙂"
Which, while technically correct, sounds Not Great
That bird has better fashion than me, I will admit that.