Today at lunch:
Rachel to me: Are you ugly?
Me: No. Are you ugly?
R: No.
Me: No, you're pretty.
R: Is Daddy ugly, too?
Me: Is Daddy ugly?
R: Yeah!
Me: No, Daddy's not ugly.
R: Daddy's just special.
Thursday at dinner with the missionaries:
R: Hi missionaries! I have a dog and a cat! (We have neither-just a neighbor cat that comes to visit, and my parents' dog)
Me: Where does your dog live?
R: Ummm...
Me: Does your dog live at Grandma and Grandpa's house?
R: No, he lives at Reesey's house (Reese is thier dog, who apparently now owns their house)
R: Daddy, do you live at work?
Jake: No. But sometimes it feels like I do.
1 comment:
Your dinner conversation with the missionaries looks better than ours was. Cameron kept on looking at his plate saying "That's poop. I don't like poop. I don't want to eat poop."
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