Conversations with our
three year old lately….
On a bike ride around our
local lake…
Noah- Dad, was that a
flamingo?
Matt- No, that bird was
white.
Noah- Dad are flamingos
pink?
Matt- Yes
Noah- That flamingo was
white. Dad, Can flamingos be white?
Matt- No, flamingos are
pink.
Noah- Dad, that was white.
Flamingos can be pink and white, right?
Matt- silence…..
Noah- Mom, I need that
roller. My muscles are really sore.
Me- Why are they sore?
Noah- Jesus took them.
Me- Where did he take them?
Noah- For a robot or
something. I don’t know.
Me- Matt is my husband.
Noah- Deacon is my husband…
Me- Noah, Deacon is your
brother. You will have a wife.
Noah- No, Deacon is my
husband. Then walks off proceeding to call Deacon his husband that rest of the
night…….
This boy loves to prove us wrong.
One liners.....
Mom, can I marry you when I get big?
Mom, I can't touch the gearshift or the car will roll away and the policeman will come take me away.
There are more but somehow Deacon deleted them off my phone. After this deadline, I'll figure out how to restore. Womp Womp.
Happy early Monday!
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