N: Stop fireworks! You're too loud!
L: If you talk when there's fireworks, you can't. Fireworks are bigger than children's voices.
N: Daddy, is that dog poo-poo? [As Daddy was lying back on the grass.]
L: Daddy, your tummy makes a soft pillow.
N: Mommy, is that a baby in your tummy? [Indicating Stacy's knees drawn up under her jacket.]
Daddy: L, if you bump my camera one more time I'm going to throttle you.
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