So before school this morning Chris fell down and scraped up both knee's and hurt his ankle (Dyspraxia sucks!) and so we drove to school instead of walked. So Chris is in the backseat this morning and he says "Mom that's a pimple." and I can't see him because he's in the backseat and I'm thinking your way to young to have a pimple kid, so I ask " Whats a pimple Chris?" and he points to the piTBull three doors down from his friends house across the street and says "That dog there Mom he's a pimple." Hmmm...so I ask "Who told you that was a pimple?" he says "Julius said it was a pimple and that I should be careful." so I say "No Chris that's a piTBull not a piMPle." so he say "Oh I was wondering why his face looked ok he looked like a normal dog to me." at this point I'm totally cracking up and getting this picture in my head of two 8 year olds running around trying to put ZITcream on this piMPle/piTBulls face...and me cracking up is probable confusing the pore kid more so I'm trying to calm down and tell him "Yes Chris you should be careful not to go up to any dog you don't know unless Mom or Dad is with you." so he says "I know Mom I was just wondering why Julius called him a piMPLe he looked fine to me." Me cracking up again......
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