* Nixon: Mommy, I have bad troubles.
me: You have bad troubles? Like what?
Nixon: I can't open my cars gummies, I have bad troubles, mom. This is serious, stop laughing!
* Nixon: Can I have a hug, mommy?
me: Of course *hugs him*
Nixon: I am a boy?
me: what? Are you asking if you are a boy?
me: Nixon, yes, you are a boy, as far as I know.
Nixon: Aw...thank you mommy, thank you.
me: Thank you? For letting you be a boy?
Nixon: Yes, mommy.
|January comes to an end....|