Houston: 'Mommy, this my friend.'
Me: 'Your friend? What's his name?'
Houston: 'His name is 'Sir'. See. He right there.' (pointing to the floor beside him.)
Me: 'Oh yea? I see.'
Houston: 'He shy. He not talk in the woo-woo.' (talking about the police car.)
Me: (trying not to laugh) 'OH. He's shy, huh? He doesn't like to talk in the woo-woo?'
Houston: 'No. Follow me, we need to go put out fires. You honk. You the fire truck.'
haha . . . oh the start to imaginary friends and imaginations growing large! Love it.
Me: 'Your friend? What's his name?'
Houston: 'His name is 'Sir'. See. He right there.' (pointing to the floor beside him.)
Me: 'Oh yea? I see.'
Houston: 'He shy. He not talk in the woo-woo.' (talking about the police car.)
Me: (trying not to laugh) 'OH. He's shy, huh? He doesn't like to talk in the woo-woo?'
Houston: 'No. Follow me, we need to go put out fires. You honk. You the fire truck.'
haha . . . oh the start to imaginary friends and imaginations growing large! Love it.
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