As The Boss squeezed between me and Ana on the couch I told him to please be still if he was going to sit in the middle.
He replied in hushed tones, "Okay....but, mom, that's a bad word!"
Me: "What? What is?"
Him: Whispering, "Middle."
Me: "Why do you say that?"
Him: Still whispering but with a goofy I'm-about-to-be-naughty grin, "You know because of...." he said, pointing to his middle finger.
Oh my gosh. He's such a hoot.
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