My husband confessed that he heard Q talking to himself and demanding, “Where the H is my hammer?”
J looked at me innocently, “I have no idea who he learned that phrase from.”
Integrated into his normal conversation this week is a new (and much more positive) phrase that cracks me up everytime he uses it, “I be happy to!”
He uses it when I ask him if he’ll feed the kitties, “I be happy to!”
If he’d like to sit next to the milk gallon at the supermarket, “I be happy to!”
And most amusing, perhaps, he’ll ask, “Mom will you read to me?” Then answers for me, “Be happy to!”
How can I not be?