from the mouths of babes

washington square nordstroms. i come across these:

i know, they are completely awesome, and i'm going back to buy them, but i digress.


me "gabriel, put those down" (i have now said this at least 7 times in as many seconds, he can't help but pick up every patent leather heal in the place)
me "gabriel, look at these shoes"

gabriel (at full volume) "mom, those are fucking cool"

i can't even deny it, sean happened to walk up just as my foul mouthed little one spewed the words. i did manage to pull myself together and not laugh, but i've been chuckling a little bit ever since.

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