Nanan: What do you want to do when you grow up?
C: I want to go in space!
Nanan: And what would you do in space?
C: I want to chase down all the star ships!
C: Where's Dad?
Me: He went to call Opa. He has to drive a little bit until he can get reception.
C: Yeah, cuz we're way out in Pittsburgh!
C: I'll get it!
Me: I've got it.
C: Why do you always get things when I say I'm going to?
Me: Because I'm the meanest mom ever.
C: You need to stop being mean!
Me: Or?
C: I'm going to stop paying you!
Good ol' threat to the mom salary...
Rope swing from swim lessons 6/8 ~
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