As I was giving Spencer hugs and kisses before tonight, he pointed out a bump on his hand. He said it itched…a lot.
I said, “It looks ok. I think it’s a bug bite.”
He asked, “Are there bugs in the winter?”
“There are some bugs,” I said without going in to details about spiders, bed bugs and whatnot.
He said, “Oh yeah. I saw a spaquito outside the other day.”
I asked, “A spaquito?”
Mosquito, Spaquito. Tomato, Tomoto.