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I didn't think I'd do it and I can't believe I am. I'm going to share a story that I shouldn't.

Playing doctor with my four year old son. He's poking me, prodding me, flossing my teeth and sticking a Q-Tip into my ears. All the while he is talking to me about how I have a "fuction." Say that word out loud. Go ahead. See what I mean? After a lot of guessing, I finally came up with the real word - infection.

The game continued and his dad came home. I then encouraged the boy to fix his dad. He explained to his dad that he had the same malady I had.

Oh, how I enjoyed the look on his face!

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  1. ChristaJune 24, 2009 at 6:48 AM

    haha! I love when kids are still learning words, yesterday the girls were watching Go Diego Go and a pygmy marmoset was the animal in trouble of course Diego said "Can you say Pygmy Marmoset?" I hear in unision "PeePee, Mommy" from both of them. It was hilarious, they walked around saying it all day.

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  2. Lisa Page RosenbergJune 24, 2009 at 7:14 AM

    Well... you gotta know I'm a fan of this one!

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  3. JoyJune 24, 2009 at 7:01 PM

    Kids are a guaranteed way to bring laughter in one's life.

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  4. JoanJune 25, 2009 at 11:27 AM

    Hilarious!

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  5. KayeJune 25, 2009 at 10:13 PM

    LOL! That gave me a good giggle!

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