This morning Jack got dressed for school - and as he was finished getting dressed, I noticed a large blue paint stain on the back of his clean shirt (so that's clearly not going to come out now that it's been washed and dried). So I said to him, "Jack! You have a huge paint stain on the back of your new shirt!" Megan replied nonchalantly, "Moooom, just get a new boy!" Jack looked at me with pitiful eyes, wrapped his arms around me and said without missing a beat, "Don't get rid of me! I like our family!"
We all cracked up dying laughing because Megan clearly meant, "Get a new
shirt!" instead of "Get a new boy"! All day long I've been giggling at it...until I told my friend Ro tonight and she remarked how funny it would be if Jack never wanted to paint anything again at school for fear that we would get rid of him if he got it on his shirt... :) Jack knew we were joking. I think.