I needed to pick up the boys yesterday which means Isaac first, then Besh. As Isaac and I walked to the car, this scintillating conversation that can only happen with a one-year-old took place.
“So we’re going to go pick up Besh now.”
“Besh?”
“Yeah.”
“Besh.”
“Yeah.”
“Besh. Yeah. Besh.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Besh. Besh. Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
