In the middle of the morning mad rush, Jack came walking up to me, and I noticed his hands were ice cold. I grabbed them, and kissed them all over, trying to warm them up.
I said to him, "Baby, why are your hands so cold?"
Emma, stating the obvious said,
"He was playing in the toilet!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
blech....
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