Monday night, the Worship Arts team had a potluck dinner. I don't get home from work until about 5:15 and the dinner was at 5:30. I forgot to tell Justin about it, so we had nothing ready. I grabbed the two pineapples and bag of apples I had bought the day before and quickly started making a fruit salad.
Lucas walked into the kitchen as I was slicing the pineapple and said, "Hi psycho mom who cuts up pineapple that I love."
I looked at him shocked and said, "Psycho mom?"
"Oh. It means wonderful mommy."
Just another reason this boy keeps us laughing.
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