August 2: I want my Mickey songs, Mama! (Me: Okay, Buddy.) No, not this one, the other one! (Me: I can’t get it for you right now, Buddy; I’m driving.) Well, if you don’t turn my other Mickey songs on, I’m gonna whine.
August 3: I wanna go to the Children’s Museum! (Me: You will one day soon with Grandma, Buddy.) I wanna go to the Cheerios Museum! *pauses and then giggles* I made a joke!
August 4: (Kenny: Is that why you wanted to come inside, because of the bugs?) Yes. (Kenny: Why?) I just don’t like the bugs. They bug me.
August 10: Can I eat my truck? (Me: What do you think it would taste like?) Orange juice and other stuff like that.
August 15: (Me: You’re crazy-azy, Buddy.) You’re crazy too, Mama! We’re all kinda crazy. Nopsi’s crazy!
August 17: (Me: What did I just tell you? You don’t tell me no. Mama is always right.) Well, we’ll see about that. I’m mad at you, Mama. (Me: Yeah, well, I’m mad at you too.)
August 20: (Grandma: Where is that truck’s trailer?) I don’t know where it is, but one thing’s for sure, he did have a trailer. It’ll show up one day.
August 21: (Me: Are you tired from school, Buddy?) *looking very tired* No. (Me: Do you want to go home and take another little nap?) No! No, I don’t want to. *pauses* I have to rest my weary shoes.
August 21: I’m the Quotable Riley-bean!
You certainly are, son. You certainly are.
3 comments:
So cute and sooo grown up . I love it. Hugs, Grams
My favorite posts; made my day.
Gosh I love this kid.
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