Now that Brady is older and actually holds somewhat complete conversations with us he has picked up a lot of the things that Jimmy and I frequently say. For example, Jimmy and I both say "Whatever" a lot. Our only excuse for ourselves is that we grew up in the 80's and 90's and that is like totally how you talk. One day Brady asked me what color a crayon was so I told him it was blue, because it was. He went on to tell me that it was actually a green crayon. Since I am not one to back down from a good fight especially when I am right, I proceeded to tell him that it was blue. Instead of retorting again fighting his side of the case, he simply looked at me, rolled his eyes his shoulders and said, "What-ever" with as much attitude as a 13 year old girl. Shock and awe. I am so screwed. Anyway, since Brady picks up on how we talk, it was natural that he also picked up the good burpy phrase. So now as I sit on the couch and burp after drinking an entire Dr. Pepper in three gulps, cause I was thirstay yo!, my green eyed little boy looks up at me and says, "Good burpy, Mama!" Thanks, buddy.
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