Caedmon: “Why won’t Oz sit by me?” Me: “Maybe because you keep poking his nose.” Caedmon: “Oh.”
Caedmon: “That’s hobbwy hobbwy tupin.” (“That’s horribly horribly stupid.”) Me: “What is?” Caedmon: “I don’t know.” Me: “I can think of a lot of things.” Caedmon: “Me too.”
Caedmon: “What did Uncle HLB want?” Me: “He needed our address.” After thinking for a second, Caedmon: “Nu-uh. A-dresses are for girls!”
We saw some deer one night, and they started to run away. Caedmon: “Are they running because Uncle HLB is going to shoot them? Me: “No, it’s not deer season.” Caedmon: “Do the deer know that?” Me: “Probably not.”
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