"Daddy! Bubba needs some cootchie!"
Those words were like ice water, snapping me out of malaise...
"Um....what?"
"My brudder! He needs some cootchie!"
Junior, AKA: "Bubba" - is 2½.
"I think Bubba's OK without getting some cootchie for a few years."
"...okay...
...can we get a new baby?"
I swear - this kid is better than coffee.
"...a WHAT?!?"
"A new baby! We can go to WalMart and the doctor, and get TWO new babies!"
"And WHAT would we name these babies?"
"...uhhh... Beavis and Butthead?"
Yeah... I'm ok - but tea burns when it comes out one's nose...
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