Year: 2012

“Wow, this is a cool porta potty. I wish I could stay here. I wish there was a bed and a lot of food and toys.”

The Boy: “I want something to eat.”
The Mrs: “How about a rice cake?”
The Boy: “Yay! Rice cake! Rice cake! Hey… what’s that?”

Me: “What are you eating?”
The Boy: “A pretzel.”
Me: “Where did you get it?”
The Boy: “Couch.”

The Boy: “Daddy, what are zombies?”
Me: “Well, they’re like kind of like skeletons. Scary Halloween people.”
The Boy: “And they’re the walking dead.”
Me: “Who told you that?”
The Boy: “Mommy.”

“You try to fooze the ball into the net. I’m a good foozer.”