I’ve always said that regardless of the age my driver’s license says, mentally I’m all of 17 years old.
Today was just another example of that being the case.We are watching our nephew, Gavin (2), and niece, Ellie, who is so small I still call her “It” and “Thing.” Having both of them at the same time can sometimes be a stressful time for
Gavin has been going through a fireman stage recently, even going as one for Halloween.
One of the first things he looked for this morning when he got to our house was the fireman hat we have for him.
Once he found his hat he came out wearing it and told us he needed our help.
Gavin: There’s a fire. Hurry!!
As Tammy and I headed toward Gavin he started asking for his fire hose, which is actually part of an old vacuum cleaner.That’s when the 17-year old part of my brain kicked in.
Me: Where my
hoes hose at? Where my hoes hose at?
Gavin: Where my hose at?
Me: (laughing) Yeeaaaahhh, where my
hoes hose at?
Jake’s even been getting in on the fun.
Jake: I got
hoes hose all over the world.
Gavin: I got hose all over the world.
Maybe I need to get Fireman Gavin a “Where my hose at?” shirt so he can go as a Pimp Fireman next year.