This morning, Luke's cheeks were ablaze, and he was complaining about being so, so, so hot. To cool himself down, he had rolled his Tigger pj legs all the way up. Looks like we've got another one coming down with it.
I said to Pete, "Look at his c-h-e-e-k-s." And Luke, big-eared buttinsky, screws up his face and says, "Chicks?" NOOOOOOOOO! It's too early. Now I'm going to have to learn Mandarin or Pete will have to learn Spanish so we can talk to each other without the kids understanding us. He's not even 5. We should be able to spell words out for at least another year, longer if they are very long words, like "m-o-t-h-e-r-f..."