While posting, my 2 year old mop top climbs up on my knee and points to a mole on my neck.
"what's that?"
"it's a mole sweetie"
"mole?"
"yes"
"moley mole?"
"yes"
*jumps off lap and runs wildly around small flat at loudest possible volume*
"moley, moley, moley, moley, moley, moley, moley, moley, moley ....."
Kids huh....you gotta love 'em .... specially rolled up in focciacia bread with pesto![]()
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