Orsey

Cohen has a stick horse that he got from Isabella for Christmas. This morning he wanted to take it in the car with him, which I let him do...informing him that when we got to daycare, it had to stay in the car.
I climbed into the car to buckle Chezneys seat belt and as I crawled out of the car, I bumped Cohens horse. Cohen looks at me, dead serious, and says "Mommy...you hurt-ing my ors-ey."
I'm sorry Cohen.