I think BB picked up on a new language that I have an awful habit of speaking. It's the language of using acronyms for everything. After using acronyms for several days, BB was getting pretty good at deciphering and delivering. Once I dropped him off at the airport, this is what he texted me:
(If bad language offends you, don't read below - even though it is censored.)
BB: ILOAMFJP
Me: I quickly replied: I'm leaving on a MF-er jet plane. (yea, I know it's scary how good I am)
BB: DYG
Me: NFS. I AM TFM.
BB knew what it meant. He learned from the BEST!
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