Brady cracks me up most of the time.
"Mommy, I am not a baby! I grow up last night!"
"Do you like Bumblebee cars, Mommy?" (Referring to the Transformers Bumblebee.)
"What kind of car is that? What's that one? What's the logo on that one?" (This is to and from everywhere we drive. Constantly.)
"I can't button this up. I am too little. I didn't grow up last night."
"Mommy, is it Saturday time yet?"
Don't want to give them all away right off the bat. I wish all of my conversations with adults were this simple.
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