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.

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