me: "caedmon, do you want to wear your shoes or go barefoot?"
c: "well, i like bears, but i don't want to be one"
me: "caedmon, why is finley crying?"
c: "she got shot in the head" (by a certain little four year old who had already been told we don't shoot people with his mater toy)
c: "mommy, can i have a popcicle?"
me: "no but you can have a yogurt."
c: "well how about i just pretend a yogurt is a popcicle?"
he always asks me "does finley like that (insert whatever food i'm eating here)? cause she's going to get it in her milk!"
mamaw sings "this old man" to him and his version of "give a dog a bone" is "dibble dabble dum"
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