brought to you by Kye
"Mommy, everybody gets old someday. You do notice that you don't stay young forever."
"Yep."
"Even Vader."
"Yep. Even me."
"You're already old."
*glaring at small child* .... "Thank you."
"Well, you won't be really old till I'm like 24."
Nice try at a save kid.
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"Mommy, why is it illegal for me to sit at a bar?"
"Because bars serve alcohol, and you are too young to drink that."
"pfft - I could drink GRAPE JUICE. It's a stupid rule."
Over a week ago when we left for Mexico, the only place serving a cooked breakfast at the airport near our gate was a bar/restaurant, and all the tables were full. The waitress informed Kye he couldn't sit or eat at the bar even though almost all the seats were open there. I see he has been noodling this one for a bit LOL.
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The canned goods have formed a pyramid in front of the pantry shelves. hmmm, mysterious ancient Egyptian message, or my son "helping"?
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"What comes before zero?" - me
"-1 ,-2, -3, -4, on and on, -100, negative go" - Kye
Negative "go"?
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Somehow I just wound up showing Kye how to make spitballs and use a straw to fire them. I'm going to live to regret this one.
***a few days later***
Kye is awake. He woke me up. He has decided that instead of a cake for his birthday this year, he would like a $150 giant gummy bear.
1. No.
2. Your birthday is in 5 months. Why precisely did I have to get up NOW to hear about January birthday plans?
3. Kye's obsession with Vat19.com is starting to be dangerous to my wallet. No you can't have the $10 crazy straw. Or the spitballs. Wait, who the hells sells SPITBALLS? Vat19.com apparently. I knew the spitball thing would come back to bite me, but this was not the fashion I was envisioning. Make your own spitballs kid! zomg...