Sam: Mom, I wish I was five.
Me: Why?
Sam: Well then I could do five year old stuff.
Me: Like what?
Sam: Well, like coloring. I scribble, but when you are five you color in the lines. (thinks for a minute).... Mom, is Dad five?
Me: No, he's 37.
Sam: Whoa!
Me: Well, what do you think you get to do when you are 37?
Sam: Hmm, you get to clean the dishes.
37 eh?... he's in for a rude awakening in a couple of years I think!
1 day ago
2 comments:
Oh Leanne you and your kids make me smile and als help me to envision what our future may hole when Kenzie and Jaris start talking away! Miss you guys!
Oh Leanne you and your fantastic kids put a smile on my face!
Post a Comment