Joseph and I were in the kitchen eating contraband frozen chocolate chips (Joshua had frozen a cup of them without permission) when we had this conversation:
Joey: “Mommy, when I eat black things that are hard, sometimes I get a little nervous.”
Joey: “Do you know what nervous means, Mommy?”
Me: “What does it mean, Joey?”
Joey: “I think it’s when you feel all mad and you have to kill someone.”
Huh??? Where in the world did THAT come from??
I am so cutting frozen chocolate chips from his diet. And looking into therapy.