BYE-SON!
Toothbrush.
Me: Leave it long enough for him to wrap around his fist twice.
Bi-son
Me: I'd rather have a buffalo and not need it than need a buffalo and not have it.
He thought they were a delivery service
Kid:Don't poop your pants M:I was gonna say "have fun" but...OK.
He was an Ursa Major
Bison"
Calm down... I'm not talking about MY kid. I know how hard to punch her. I'm her mother.
She couldn't figure out who the other mother was.
Bye Son (Bison)