Forget the proverbial 'rotten egg'. The term du jour is now 'galloping sausage'.
My silly sons and I were racing to the front door after checking for mail yesterday. I yelled "last one to the door is a..."
"Galloping sausage," interjected Joseph.
I am always amused by the creative expressions that emerge from their blonde-and-blue-eyed lovlieness.
Alas! Because I was sporting my fabulous three-inch Choos, I was the last one to the door. Lucky me.
I need a rematch.
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