As Grandpa was leaving for work this morning, I said "Off to the salt mines?"
Drew says, "No, mama, he's off to the rat race!"
Drew is my nine-year-old son. He's funny. His father and I have crappy memories, so I'm writing this stuff down before we forget.
16 November 2010
13 November 2010
Pot, Meet Kettle
Drew was at his friend Gibson's house earlier today, and at one point Gibson's brother Grady was having a bit of a meltdown. Drew was there to share this astute observation:
"What a sad, sad child."
"What a sad, sad child."
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