Little C: "Can I at least sleep in the top bunk?"
Dad: "Sure."
Little C (with pillow clutched firmly in his grasp as he climbs up): "Can you hand up my blanket?"
Dad: "Sure."
Little C: "Now, can you get me a Latte?"
Dad: "Excuse me?"
Little C (now smiling from ear to ear): "or an RB? That stands for 'Root Beer' in case you don't know."
Dad: "I know what it stands for and 'no' you can't have one."
Later:
Dad: "Honey, have you been singing 'Taylor the Latte Boy' on your way home from school again?"
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Lief asked me this evening: "How can you just go back to work knowing that your child is starving to death, with awful pains in his stomach, in the very next room?"
I told him that the gin helps mommy be heartless.
That's going to come back to bite me at the next parent-teacher interview.
Can you get me a latte.
I think that's my new favorite saying.
First, Love Kristen Chenoweth!
Second, Little man has quite the sense of humor. I love that he can switch from super sad to funny with a snap.
Third, I love that all the moms across America sing in the car. I may be the only one that tortures my kids when this is happening, but I like that everyone is participating in fiesta al la carpool.
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