Morning Giggles

On the way to Bible Study this morning, Freddie was playing with my mom's old cordless phone. Just after we pulled out of the driveway, he parroted what he's heard me say more than a time or two:

"Don't interrupt me. I'm talkin' to Brookie."

I get it, Son.

YESTERDAY morning, Freddie, who is pretty emphatic about wearing pants all day, every day, came in, having dressed himself thusly. I could not love his geriatric-Jewish-tourist-in-West-Palm ensemble any more than I do.