Me: "Tate, you are a silly dude."
Tate: "A siwy doo?"
Me again: "A silly dude."
T: "Oh, a city doo doo. Yes."
Tate: "A siwy doo?"
Me again: "A silly dude."
T: "Oh, a city doo doo. Yes."
Tate: "Kuh, kuh, letters."
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Tate kept pausing to smile at his reflection in the mirror across the room. Then, he put his finger in his mouth and removed a tiny fuzz. I said, "Did you have a fuzzy in your mouth?"
"No," he whispered, "a spider web."
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"No," he whispered, "a spider web."
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Tate: "What's that"
Me: "A praying mantis."
T: "I draw a peeing mantis!"
Me: "A praying mantis."
T: "I draw a peeing mantis!"
2 comments:
Oh man, I knew living with Tate had to be endless enternainment. Love love love those stories!
Soo funny! I love all the things Tate is saying. I totally understand the "shower" risk as well. Some days I hear screaming (fighting) and just keep shaving like I can't hear it! Ha!
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