I am the mother of a little girl, so I'm not always prepared for what little boys say. Yesterday, during another chapter of the Great American House Swap (more to come on that later), I walked up on the tail-end of a conversation. Kathryn and our 8-year-old cousin Walker had been playing, and Walker was telling my mom something about Kathryn. He said, with tenderness and a grin, "She's a little booger, but she's my little booger."
Aah, sweet sentiments from the mouth of a boy.
Aah, sweet sentiments from the mouth of a boy.
