This morning, we were walking home from the bus stop and he held up his thumb and said "Look at my thumb, Mommy." Now, he sucks his thumb, so it's often wrinkly and yucky, so I asked him if it was wrinkled.
"No - it has a HOLE in it! Mommy, there's a hole in my thumb - Dear Liza, dear Liza - There's a hole in my thumb, Dear Liza, a hole."
I guess we have listened to Kids' Songs one too many times! LOL
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