This morning we went “out to the country” to visit my friend Lindsey and her gang. Apparently, while we were out there, Lindsey’s son was telling my kiddos about biting lizards. This is the conversation in the van on the way home…
E: I sure hope we didn’t bring any biting lizards home with us.
Me: I’m pretty sure we didn’t. Unless someone brought one home in their pocket.
J: I have one in my pocket. And it’s biting my leg!
That boy makes me laugh!