Wednesday, February 15, 2012


TC: I wish I was older, like 9 like E.
Me: I don't, buddy, I like that you're still my little guy.
TC: (Offering me a hug) Don't worry, Mom, I'll still love you when I'm big.

Television show: Will you come with us and save the day?
E, dryly: Don't have much choice.

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