Kieran was jumping around between the ottomans and the couch and (predictably) ended up whacking his face off something.He comes over to me, weeping and rubbing his nose.
Kieran: Mommy, I hurt my beak.
Me: What? Your beak? Do you mean your nose?
Kieran: No, my beak.
Me: You don't have a beak.
Kieran: I don't? Oh.
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hahaha... my son has a beak. hahahaha
LMAO.
that is amazing. absolutely amazing.
i can only hope that if i ever have children...they think they have beaks too.
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