One day when he was maybe 2 1/2 or three years old, my oldest son says to me, “Mommy, you’re the Advice President”.
And I thought, Oh, how sweet, he thinks I’m the ‘Vice’ President. Like, Daddy is the President and I’m the *Vice* President. How cute!
So, I say, “Mmmm. That’s nice honey,” with a smile.
And over several months he keeps saying it. “Mommy you’re the Vice President.” “Mommy you’re the Vice President.”
Well, finally I realize he is saying, “Mom, you’re the ADVICE President. You like to give advice.”
Really? I say. Who told you that??!?
“Daddy,” he replied.
(You can imagine the discussion with Daddy after that …)
Well, here it is … THE ADVICE PRESIDENT weblog.
“ALL THE ADVICE YOU NEVER KNEW YOU NEEDED!”
