One of the best things about visiting far-away family is telling stories about my kids. Yes, my relatives all read the blog, but I don't blog about everything, and my kids are, honestly, complete weirdos, so there's always plenty to tell.
Yesterday while hiking, the story of Ellie's foot came up.
See, a few weeks ago Ellie discovered that she has some warts on the bottom of her foot. Gross, I know, but it happens. And, since this isn't our family's first experience with foot-warts, I know that they will eventually go away on their own. Or we could cover them in duct tape for a few weeks, and that would get rid of them. If only I wasn't on vacation and therefore too lazy to bother with the duct tape cure. Maybe when we get home.
Anyway, I digress.
Ellie has apparently named her warts.
I swear I am not making this up. You can't make stuff like this up. If you ask her, she'll happily (and rather proudly) tell you all about it. Their names are Bob, Bobby, and Timmy. Timmy is the tiny one. Bobby used to be named Tarzan, because he looked like a target, but now he doesn't anymore, so now he's called Bobby.
Where she comes up with stuff like this, I will likely never know.
My kids are weird.
Thanks for posting it! It really does deserve to be recorded for all to hear.
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