J to his walking partner: If you squeeze my hand again, you will not be in my rock band.
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J to me this am: When I have kids, I am not going to do anything to them. I will let them do what they want.
M's response: Oh yeah? Then your kids will be fat and brats.
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When J said you could not wait to be a grown up I told it him it would be really fast/soon. J: One. There. That was fast, I am not a grown up.
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M to F who was frustrated with babies: You should never threaten a baby.
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J on moving houses: When you move, you need to use your muscles at one point. It is not like a trip. You need to pack all of your stuff.
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M melting down because J always finds coins on the sidewalk: Now I am just a girl who does not have any money. If you check my piggy bank, you will see that I have two pennies.
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Later that am, still in her tragic Woody Allen mode, she was complaining non-stop about having to walk, how unfair that she could not go in a stroller. I told her that she could look forward to being old in a wheelchair with diapers. M: Yeah, but then I'll just die when I can enjoy that.
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