Damon, sounding a little too expectant: Mom, if you and Dad die before we grow up, how big of a fortune will we get?
Claire on Jake's birthday: Dad gets the first [actually "feast"--insert 'ee' for 'ur' and 'oy' for 'ore' sounds] piece of birthday ["beefday"] cake, because he's older than all of us.
Anne while pointing to my nose: You have a big nose, and Dad has a big nose, and we have little noses.
2 comments:
Just curious, but does your mailman have a little nose?
Are you leaving any of your fortune to Marcus and I?? It's only fair.
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