3-year-old: A cloud. Me: No, what do you imagine it could be 3-year-old: Rain.
Dried red paint
ME: "Look! Ice cream!" *5 min later* 3YO COVERED IN ICE CREAM: "How do babies get out of be---"
my 3-year-old asked as she woke me from a nap by poking me in the eye.
To one you say, "Hey you, get off my cloud!" The other: "Hey McLoed, get off my ewe!"
One of the clouds in the background is blowing another one.
It does not help to imagine people in their underwear.
Are you kidding She was the most beautiful woman in the world! Can you imagine what her sons would of looked like