More proof my husband is an overgrown child.
Bryan just came into my office in the weirdest mood and he says to me:
Milk, Milk (pointing to each nipple)
Lemonade (pointing to his crotch)
Around the corner, fudge is made (pointing to his ass)
I have never heard that… EVER… IN MY WHOLE LIFE.
He looked at me like I was nuts. Apparently this is some song all kids know, but *I* was never a party to??? So I made him sing it 2 more times for effect.
I am so glad I live with 2 boys.