Today I took the van to Walmart to get my tire fixed. We had picked up a rather large nail/screw in the tire, and it was loosing air. So we needed to get it fixed.
We had finished our shopping, and the van had just been finished, perfect timing.
Dylan and I were standing in line, waiting our turn to check out. Dylan was wiggly as normal, looking around at the tires and such.
I looked over at him and he had two fingers in his mouth, and a very odd look on his face. This is the conversation which followed:
Me: Dylan what is wrong? Why do you have your fingers in your mouth?
Dylan: I licked a tire.
Me: You licked a tire?!?!?!?!
Dylan: nods
Me: Was it yucky?
Dylan: nods again
Me: Well lets not do that again.
Dylan: Okay.
Oh boy!!! Yes Dylan is 3, and yes he is a bit crazy. But licking a tire?
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