Me: What should amanda be when she grows up?
Gav: Hmmm, maybe a police officer. You know all the naughty things she does? Well, she'll know what the bad guys are doing and she can catch 'em.
Bray: Mom, do you have Jake's number?
Me: Jake who?
Bray: Jake and the Neverland pirate Jake.
Me: No, he's not one of my contacts.
Bray: (big sigh)
Amanda: My dance, cha cha dance. My dance Cha Cha dance. (Cha cha being her word for Gavin)
Gavin: My toe is bleeding...owwwwww! (it was nothing)
Me: You're fine
Gav: I need a band aid.
Me: No you don't.
Gav: I dooooooooo! (Bray runs from the room and returns)
Bray, holding out a band aid: Here Gav.
Me: Where'd you get that?
Bray: My rescue backpack.
Me, resigning myself to a bandaid for a non issue, just cuz he's was thoughtful: That's nice, Bray.
Bray: Nope, it's just what rescue men do.
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