I met up with some of the play group moms last night for dinner. I guess Gabe's never seen me apply make-up. (I don't wear it often; and when I do, he's not usually at my heels like a girl might be, I guess). Anyway, last night both Gabe and Zach were at my heels. I was trying to get ready when Jason was on his way home from work. So, as I was putting on my blush, Gabe asked, "why are you painting?"
Later, when I was kissing them good-bye, Zach asked, "you making the money?" He still thinks that if you're not at home, then you're out making the money. Love it!
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