“Whoes saur.” It’s two words, pronounced: (whoes, rhymes with clothes, and saur like from dinosaur). I have no idea where he heard it. He’s been saying it forever, and we had no idea what he was talking about for the longest time. We still don’t know really. “Whoes” we think is a small blue cloth cooler underneath his old high chair. Because sometimes he’ll go to it and say, “Open the whoes.” The “saur” part is still anybody’s guess.
It’s just a little freaky, because you know how they say little children can see things that grown-ups cant? I just hope a “whoes saur” isn’t some interdimensionary being living in our cooler. Ack!
NaNoWriMo Stats: end of day 13
19826 words (on track = 21671)