me: andrew, what do you want santa to bring you this year?
andrew: chocolate!
me: i didn't think you liked chocolate...
andrew, shocked: yes i do!!
me: oh, ok. well, what do you want for christmas?
andrew: chocolate!
me: do you want any toys?
andrew: we already have toys... but.... he could bring us some more!
at dinner one night:
andrew: "mommy this food is going down my throat, down to my tummy, down to my bum, down to my legs and then on to my foots!"
"thank you so very much mommy!"
"connor doesn't like to play with my trucks. he told me!"
"i'll use the toilet when i'm as tall as you mommy." i'm
1 comment:
ha ha!!!
one blessing to being short:)
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