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Tuesday, October 19, 2010


This evening, while Q was taking a bath and Casey was in the shower, Chandler was having some alone time with the dog....
Chandler:  (while giving Ike a belly rub)  Tell me, Ike, how was it like being in the pound?  What was it like walking down the street all lonely?  Well, answer me.  Go on.  Answer.  (long pause)  And what is it like having whiskers?  Kind of like being a cat, isn't it?

When the girls came home from my parents' house this weekend, Casey ran to Quinn and began hugging him...
Casey:  I missed you, Buddy!  I missed you so much!  I am so glad to be home.  Give me a big hug!  Did you miss me?
Quinn:  Poop.

A usual occurrence at our dinner table....
Chris:  Quinn stop playing with your food.  Stop putting your fruit in your milk glass.
Quinn:  No.
Chris:  If you do it again, I'm going to take your milk away.
Quinn:  *grunts, does it again*
Chris:  *takes milk glass away*  You don't get to have your milk if you are going to put your food in it.
Quinn:  Peas!  Melk!  Peas!  Melk!  (peas, translates to please)
Chris:  Are you going to put your food in your milk again?
Quinn:  *sad face*  Yes.

I believe there is something to be said for honesty.

1 comment:

sharonp said...

And something to be said for remorse as well and he has both! Go Q! Is poop his new favorite word?