...on the way to the store...
Me: Iain, we need eggs, we need milk...
Iain: We need broccoli, we need rocks...
...at the dinner table...
Iain, pointing: That is?
Me: That's garlic salt. Can you say garlic salt?
Iain, whining: I don't want to say garlic salt!
...any random time...
Iain: tick-tock-tick-tock, ears-our-ears, hear clock.
...today, playing with the phone, not realizing we were listening...
Iain: Hello Nan, how are you to-day? I am doing good to-day. Flowers, Mama, food, my truck. Bye-bye Nan. Hello Nan, how are you to-day?...
...as I was getting him ready for bed...
Iain: I don't want to sleep in the bed. I want a cookie. (don't we all?)
Friday, August 08, 2008
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Iain, I like the way you think. (I prefer cookies to garlic salt any day.)
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