He was babbling away like a three year old does.
I didn't catch every word, because it sounded a lot like nonsense... but when I heard, "Poop,"... my ears perked up.
"Hey!" I piped up, scaring him out of his thoughts... "I don't like when you talk like that!"
"Well..." he said, looking me square in the face..."You're not my target market."
Update: Lovebug heard me telling my mom this story and saying...
"I have no idea where he got it from..."
When he said:
"Mom. I got it from the Lorax."
And there you have it.



Love.
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