Me: Fletcher, the only things for breakfast in this pantry are cereal or oats. You guys ate all the freeze dried strawberries. They're gone.
Fletcher: .... Ok, I'll have strawberries
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Ee meanie mi-ee Mo. Catch tiger toe. If roars, let 'im go. Een meanie mine ME!
I get to dig!
-Fletcher choosing who gets to use the new digging tool π€£π€£π€£
Dad: You better get in your room, you are being belligerent.
Adeline: (incredulous, snarky) I am not being "illigerent!" Also I don't even know what that means!
Jovie: *coming out of her room after bedtime for the 4th time* Hey Daddy, I forgot to tell you 1 thing.
Dad: ok, what?
Jovie: S is for sun.
Dad: π... That's right, now go to bed.
Jovie informed me tonight that Santa will be bringing them a puppy next year. But she said we'll "just put that new dog's bed in Adeline's room because we can't kick Truff out of my room. She's pretty good at eating the monsters and dinosaurs."
Current conversation in our house:
Adeline: Why do we have to get the house so clean for Thanksgiving?
Jovie (age 4): Because people are coming!
Adeline: Yeah, people who have seen our house a million times before... π
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