A conversation with Baylor in the backseat of the car:
“MOMMY!! Don’t blow [roll] my window up!!”
“Babe, it’s hot. Could you please roll it up?”
“I didn’t blow it down, my toe did. So if you want it blowed up, you’ll have to ask my foot.”
“Ooookkk. Baylor’s foot? Could you please roll…”
“STINKY! His name is Stinky!”
“Stinky, could you please roll the window up?”
“Mommeeeee. He’s a foot. He doesn’t have ears! He can’t hear you ask him to blow up the window!! But I can do it if you ask me nice.”
Que the sound of the wine bottle opening….
Also? Winky? Is her other foot. I asked her why her feet were boys and she just rolled her eyes at me. We’re in trouble.