Thursday, August 20, 2020

Yams

Austin, looking at the grocery list: What does that say?
Me: Yams.
Austin: Yams? Like sweet potatoes?
Me: Yes.
Austin: You and your mom and your wild names for things.
Me: You’re lucky I don’t hit you with my shoe.
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