All the visits have been made, the pie is consumed, the presents are opened. Whew. Let the recap begin. Friday Mom, Hale, Sara, Jake, Joey and I all went down to my Grandmommy's for an early Christmas. My aunt, uncle and 2 cousins met us there. We had fun visiting and we brought Christmas dinner with us. Well, Jake is really talking up a storm now. But he can't pronounce everything exactly right yet. Case in point- the work fork comes out: F@#$. Yep, the f word. And he doesn't know he's saying anything bad. He's not even three yet. It's a riot though. So we're all sitting down for dinner and Hale (Papa) and Jake are sitting at the kids' table. We're all catching up on family news and what not when Jake drops his fork. Oh no. Next thing you hear is "Papa! F@#$! My F@#$! F@#$! Papa! F@#$! on floor!". OMG. It was the classiest of Christmas dinners.
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