Last week j was playing around with the undershirt he was wearing. He decided to remove one of his arms from the arm-hole and stick it through the neck-hole, which gave his outfit a sort of toga-like-feel.
So I asked him, "Are you a toga-man?"
He was patient, but by the look on his face it was obvious that I clearly wasn't getting it.
"No, Mama. I'm not a toga-man. I'm a very special dancer."
Where he got this, I have no idea. School probably? And exactly what kind of "special dancer" he is, I'm not sure. But it was pretty darn funny.
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