Every night while I am helping Little Miss Sunshine get into bed she looks at me and says, “Mama, you need to get all jammied!” I love it. If I ever market my own line of pajamas that will totally be my slogan. “Get all jammied.”
T-Rex LOVES to be tickled. So much so, in fact, that if no one else will do it, he’ll tickle himself. He yanks his socks off and tickles his toes even making a sound close to “tickle, tickle tickle!”
My father-in-law asked me last week if T-Rex really meant T-Wrecks. He has three boys. I don’t even want to know how many things got broken in that house.
The Narrator sent me a text message the other day warning me that there was a T warning out for our area. I had just told him that T-Rex was getting more teeth and how unhappy he was about that. I replied back to his text about the T warning asking him if he was sure he wanted to come home. He replied, “That was Tornado warning, not T-Rex warning.” lol.