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Me: “Let’s play a game called hide and seek. You hide, and I try to find you.”

The Boy: “Okay, I’ll go hide in my closet.”

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Nice timing, too

2010.09.09

in Daddyblog

The Boy, pointing at a woman walking by: “Look at that lady. She’s walking… like a duck.”

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Well, okay then

2010.08.04

in Daddyblog

Mommy: “What are you eating?

The Boy: “Cat fur.”

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The Boy: Mommy, you want to push me on the bicycle?

The Mrs: Sure. Where do you want to go?

The Boy: Arizona.

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The Mrs: What’s your first name?
The Boy: Conrad
The Mrs: What’s your last name?
The Boy: Thomas
The Mrs: What’s your middle name?
The Boy: Clifford the Big Red Dog

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We took The Boy to see his former (and beloved) nanny Bonnie get married yesterday. I was a bit apprehensive about his ability to sit through the ceremony, but we hit on an interesting formula. He went down for his nap much later than usual, so he had only been sleeping for about half an hour when we got him up to go. He was dazed and cranky all the way there, and just waking up as we arrived.

He sat quietly and attentively through the short ceremony, then just as it was ending and Bonnie and Steve had been presented for the first time as husband and wife, he said, just loud enough to be heard a few rows away, “All done.” He got an appreciative laugh from the crowd. Then just as they turned us loose to head to the reception, he said, “Now let’s eat cake.”

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Me: “What do you want to do at the beach?”
The Boy: “I want to ride bicycles and sharks.”

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The Boy: “Mommy, what’s that?”
The Mrs: “It’s art.”
The Boy: “It’s big and dangerous.”

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The Boy saw a bag of dog food in the store and said, “I eat puppy dogs.”

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The Boy and I are watching a cartoon. Somebody just said, “On your mark, get set, go.”

The Boy said, “On your mark, get set, no.”

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