“What?” they reply.
“I love you,” I giggle at them.
That’s normally what I say to my boys every once in a while. Except one day, Fireman changed everything up on me.
“Mommy?” he says my name as a question as my husband drives.
“Yes, baby?” I reply, not thinking much of it.
“Guess what?” I look at Hubs and we smile as I beam that Fireman’s about to tell me he loves me.
“What?” I ask him.
“CHICKEN MONKEY PANTS!”
And with that we all laugh and we are constantly surrounded by Chicken Monkey Pants. Soon, I’m going to figure out a cute recipe for it and make him eat them.