Brady at Cocoa Beach in February
Little Brady, now 4, the baby of the crew and still the “runt of the litter,” comes running in from playing in the yard and states “I had to!”
Oh no, “had to” what? Pee on yourself? Cross the street and visit Cole without asking? Throw something at your brother? Sneak out my whole pack of gum and chew every piece? What, Brady, did you “have to” do?
“No, Mom, I HAD TO”
Okay, I’m confused. He’s usually apologizing by now. One more time, “HAD TO” what?
“UGh”, the a frustrated sigh and a small growl and a one-foot stomp. “MOMMY, I HADCHOO and it’s on me! I need the HATCHOO off!”
I then I get it even before I look down and see the “snail trail” for lack of better term of snot on his arm. He “a-Choo’d” or Hatchoo’d or Hadchoo’d or hadto or Had to or whatever. Yep, he sneezed. A nice messy one, too.
Poor kid – all he wanted was a tissue, or as he calls it, a “bless you.” I gave him the Kleenex kind, the verbal kind, and a kiss and hug, too.
That’s AWESOME!! JD kept telling me he had a booger come out of his mouth one time in the truck. Finally found it–hocked on the window. Gross. Boys. Hadchoo’d-that’s priceless.
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