As I sit on the bathroom floor singing songs to Madison as she potties, I see my son run past the open door.... I catch a glimpse:
cute boy, red snug fitting pajama top, blue cowboy undies, black crocs (on the wrong feet)....
He runs to the front door. As I poke my head out of the bathroom to see what he is up to He flings open the storm door, goes onto the porch, and yells (at the top of his lungs):
"Geoooorge! Its too chilly you need a coat!!!"
I peek, slightly embarrasses.... Thankfully no one was within eye site (hearing distance, now that's another story....)
Two questions: Is my son CRAZY? and Who the heck is George?