I have been calling Carson smarty pants lately because it just amazes me how much he knows and retains. Of course I haven’t paid much attention to saying this until we were out shopping this weekend.
Carson was in rare form on Sunday. As we were perusing the isles of Target and hurrying to get to the toy section, Carson shouts “come on farty pants!” He must have been speaking to daddy, because I certainly didn’t have the toots.
Oh how kids will say the funniest things at the most random times!