Dirty Joke

We’ve just left Max’s speech therapy session with Miss D and are heading to the car. Max is in possession of a squishy, purple robot, retrieved from Miss D’s treasure chest for a good day’s work. Max is throwing it against walls, against my dirty car, and dropping it on the ground. Then he puts it in his mouth.

Me: Max! That’s dirty! It’s been on the car and on the ground. There is nothing dirtier you could have put in your mouth.

(Wait for it.)

Max: There’s mud.

Max, Ari and I laughed for a good mile or two. You know, it’s joyous moments like these when I realize we don’t have nearly enough of them.