A couple of months ago Josh stopped letting me refer to him as cute.
I actually wasn’t allowed to say that he was cute, handsome, sweet, or any other descriptive comment—good or bad.
Every time he would catch me talking about him that way, he would angrily tell me, “I’m not cute, I’m just freckle face!”
That was it—freckle face and only freckle face.
I have no idea why or even where it came from, but if I really had to talk about him I could only say he was freckle face.
After a while he started saying that he wasn’t anything, but now he’s back to freckle face.
He’s a quirky kid—and random.
I have a hard time not pestering him about silly stuff like that! It’s no wonder he liked Ben so much better there for awhile!
(He’s back to liking me and giving me smooches, but I don’t think I will ever really win out on that competition!)
I actually wasn’t allowed to say that he was cute, handsome, sweet, or any other descriptive comment—good or bad.
Every time he would catch me talking about him that way, he would angrily tell me, “I’m not cute, I’m just freckle face!”
That was it—freckle face and only freckle face.
I have no idea why or even where it came from, but if I really had to talk about him I could only say he was freckle face.
After a while he started saying that he wasn’t anything, but now he’s back to freckle face.
He’s a quirky kid—and random.
(He’s back to liking me and giving me smooches, but I don’t think I will ever really win out on that competition!)