Let's talk Hobo's.
Did you know my children think that basically anyone walking down the street is a hobo?
Mommy! Check out that Hobo! He's in a suit!
That's a lawyer, babe.
Yesterday Emma asked me so do hobo's have teeth?
I have no idea where they get this stuff from, but it is too, too cute.
Moreover, they call them hobo's like it's the 1920's or something...jumping train hobos are among us apparently. Over dinner last night Nick politely tried to explain that "hobo's" don't like to be called hobo's, but maybe "homeless" was a better word...
I don't think he even made a dent.
I love these children. They crack me up and I love listening to them!