Today I had Kyle in the shopping cart with me in the sticker aisle at Hobby Lobby when this converstion occurred:
Kyle: "I need da keys!
Me: "You need the keys? To what?
Kyle: "To the basket so we can go!"
Later as I was getting the boys in the car after picking Barrett up from preschool:
Me: "Hey Barrett, you're passing the car. This is our car."
Barrett: "This is not our car!"
Me: "Yes it is."
Barrett: "No, it's not!"
Me: This is our car, you just don't recognize it because it's clean."
Barrett: "This is our car??"
(our car is always excessively dirty because our driveway is a .25 mile long dirt road. And yes, this is my excuse for now. I don't know what it was when I didn't have a gravel driveway.)
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