Me: “Who is your favorite President?”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Did a president write Romana and Beezus?”
Me: “No, that was Beverly Cleary.”
LMT: “Then I don’t like any President.”
Me: “Who is your favorite President?”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Did a president write Romana and Beezus?”
Me: “No, that was Beverly Cleary.”
LMT: “Then I don’t like any President.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “My favorite word is button.”
Me: “Really? That seems like a strange choice.”
LMT: “When I say button, I can say BUTT and not get into trouble.”
Me: “My work here is done.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Let’s play I Spy.”
My Oldest, age 13: “No. I don’t want to.”
LMT: “Yes!”
Oldest: “No, seriously.”
LMT: “I spy… with my little eye… something that is… black.”
Oldest: “Your soul?”
LMT: “What is a soul? I don’t think I have one.”
Oldest: “This explains a lot.”