Fantastic Story

<p>AJ and I were at a birthday party for one of his preschool classmates, and everyone was sitting at the table getting ready for cake (or a Keto cupcake, in one case). The girl next to AJ was having so much fun with him, and she started to touch him somewhat incessantly. She'd hold his ear, put her palm on his forehead, or put her hand on his head and he'd nod from side to side. One little girl across the table took umbrage with this, and the following interchange transpired:

Madison: "Stop touching AJ!"

Kylie: "No!"

Madison: "He's not your AJ, he's OUR AJ!"

So awesome, so funny.