So, let's preface this with a few things.
1) Our living room has a two story ceiling, so it feels really open and "tall". Wesley calls this room "the Taller room". For a long time, we thought he was saying "toddler" but he is indeed saying "Taller".
2) I had the ironing board and iron down in the living room the other night ironing for my first ever consignment sale. I left the room for a few minutes, honestly, not even thinking twice about it. A few minutes later, Wes comes up to me and is saying, "Ouch, Ouch" and shows me his finger. He has a small little blister on it. Of course, I immediately asked him what happened. He said, "The iron is hot." So, I explained (not for the first time, obviously, that we do not touch irons because they are hot and will burn us.
Ok, so here is the funny.
Wes and I were sitting in the dining the room the other morning eating breakfast.
Me: Where is daddy?
Wes: He's in the taller room burning his clothes.
Gotta love him!!
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