A to me: Can I be a princess?
Me: Sure.
A: My face doesn't look like a princess.
V: I want to grow up and use big words in church. I am going to be like Martin Luther King.
A, watching me nurse: Do your tetas have holes?
Me: Yes. How would the milk come out otherwise?
A: I don't know. Magic?
V: We can poison Trump.
V: When I die I am going to skooch you over in the cemetery so I can be next to you.
V as he went to bed: I already miss papi.
delightful and clever, as usual !!
ReplyDeleteso glad I'm coming soon to visit