-A conversation I had with a 3 year old on friday. Basically the cutest thing ever.
Me (reading a book about space to him before nap): Hm. The moon isn't very pretty, is it.
Gabe: (taking my hand) Wew... I think you'we pwitty!
Me: Oh! Why thank you.
Gabe: But... I don't like yow pants you'we weawing.
Me: Well okay. Why not?
Gabe: Wew... I wonted you... to weaw a dwess.
-Food for sanity.

-My gracious professors.
-Late night conversations.
-The fact that Rose left her cute grey with light pink pinstripe pants here. Yessss.
-Tim Burton.
-Getting ready for snowboarding.
-I'm sure more good things have happened (actually, I know they have, but I don't believe in long bloggings), but you can take this opportunity to insert your own good thing here, you know, to get you playing positive tapes in your head.
5 comments:
Nonono. You meant: "... and packed in a foil-fresh zipper bag to lock in the [dextrose]"
Yes, I figured I ought to leave my grey pants. Since I took your grey pants. And your green vest. And your white blouse. And a yellow t-shirt. And some striped socks. And...
ahhhh haha! Haha! I hadn't even noticed. Silly silly silly. Kee-hee. Okay.
Good thing to happen to me:
I'm working this week
I like you better in dresses also but it's manily because you have hot legs.
BAH i love little kids for real....adn alley eeeeeeeeep you may want to lay of the dates yo!
:D smiles at the POSSABILITY of seeing alley cat soon.
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