dreams and print-os

This morning I woke J. up and asked her, while she was still really groggy, what she had dreamed about.

"Puppies and hobos," she replied instantly and sleepily.


In other cute-things-they-say news, yesterday E. told me that there was a mistake in something he had read.

"It had a print-o, Mama," he explained.

We finally figured out that he meant a typo but I think I'll start calling these errors "print-os" because really, it's more descriptive.

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