"Look, Mommy! Biiiiiig, SQUARE fwuffballs!!" 
I think my son loves fwuffballs more than people.Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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That is so funny. Kids are so weird.
ReplyDeleteMy younger sister used to have these things she called "green fuzzies" they came from her old ratty electric blanket, and she'd suck her fingers and fuzz them and she'd sleep with them.
I guess at least he's not eating them like on the movie Elf.