He has decided today is the kitty cat's birthday.
really loud whisper, the whole time he's talking. because I'm trying to sleep, the nerve of me at seven thirty.
So he's perched on the edge of my bed, peering over the edge to the floor... "mommy can I open the curtains? mommy can I open these curtains? mommy can I let the light in? Because I'm sure that yellow thing's an eyeball."
That's the light on the power cord for the computer.
"Oh."
"What's this huge box for? What's this huge box for?"
That's clothes to give away.
"Darnit"
reaching down to pet the kitty, he whispers: "How ARE you?
"mommy, can I type? can I type on the computer? because we need to get candy hearts. can I type the list on the computer?"
Well lets put that on the grocery list on the bulletin board.
"it needs to be printed out"
1 comment:
khaki is also a tater-lover. she used to steal one at Memaw's when she was little. it's good that the boys always tell you why they did what they did.
obviously "somegrown-up" has told them you act like you're the only one who wants to spend time with them." BLAH
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