Bren: Mommy, what is your birthday?
Me: January 25
Bren: No, I mean, what year? 19 something or 18 something.
Me: No 18 anything, Bren. I was born in 1973.
Bren: Gosh, that's old.
Me: Thanks, bud.
Gotta love this kid. Every.single.bit of him.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Funny boy
Brendan called me on my way home from school last night, and this is the conversation that we had.
Bren: Mommy, what is your birthday?
Me: January 25
Bren: No, I mean, what year? 19 something or 18 something.
Me: No 18 anything, Bren. I was born in 1973.
Bren: Gosh, that's old.
Me: Thanks, bud.
Gotta love this kid. Every.single.bit of him.
Bren: Mommy, what is your birthday?
Me: January 25
Bren: No, I mean, what year? 19 something or 18 something.
Me: No 18 anything, Bren. I was born in 1973.
Bren: Gosh, that's old.
Me: Thanks, bud.
Gotta love this kid. Every.single.bit of him.
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Oh that is too funny. He is a nut.
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