Titus was sitting on the counter while I was making pizza the other night. I had some mushrooms out to put on the adult portion of the pizza. Here's what I heard.
"Here Isabele. This is a mustache and it is really good." (Titus was leaning over the counter handing a mushroom to Isabele).
I said, "Titus, what is that?"
"A mustache".
Me, "Oh, Okay."
So, in Titus' world Marshmallows are mushrooms and Mushrooms are mustaches. Maybe mustaches are marshmallows?
Little tid-bits from the daily hum-drum of life ... snippets that would otherwise most likely be forgotten.
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