As I'm getting Rachel's snack ready for school yesterday morning, I hear her ask me, "Mommy, what are booby socks?"
Thoughts are running through my mind and I turn to see she is attempting to read the outside of a package of bobby socks that I had purchased recently and had left on the kitchen counter.
I smiled and replied, "that's BOBBY not BOOBY."
You've just got to love it when kids are mastering the art of reading.
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