Daddy, to Mad: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I want to be a purple."
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"That's Babies R Us. That's where stinky diapers come."
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Mad, to Mama: "I want a chippie."
"You do? Where are they?" (Asked as I scan the post-birthday party bomb blast that is our living room and kitchen.)
"They're right over here, honey. They're right over here, hon."
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And what does Fynn add to a conversation these days? A lot of panting like a dog and blowing raspberries.
4 comments:
giggling... and chuckling! :o)
For the record, I want to be a yellow. So cheerful, you know?
Love these. Thank you for the smiles, honey. Thank you for the happy times, hon.
E pants all the time too, plus she leaves her tongue hanging out... she's such a lady :)
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