(while wrestling with Dad)
Owen (in his meanest face and voice): Git in jail! And here, git some bad snacks!
Dave (holding back... never mind, laughing out loud): Bad snacks? What kind of bad snacks?
Evie: Yeah, like soda... and Coke....
Owen: Yeah, git some soda and Coke and bad snacks.
(because, of course that's why we don't want to go to jail...
unhealthy snack choices. those poor poor inmates.)
3 comments:
Thats really really cute! We can't wait to hang out again.... Just say the word.
Funny! They must be at some stage now of learning about snacks. Gwen had snacked plenty one morning (I thought) but she must have been really hungry. I really don't think I taught her this, but, she said, I want to get fat! I told her it's not about getting fat, it's about having a healthy heart and brain and body. She said, "I want to die though" I relented and we found a "healthy" snack for her.
just to let you know, Grant and I were reading this together and were dying laughing and now we quote it at the dinner table with my mom and the whole family...all the time. My favorite part is how Evie chimes in totally on the same page.
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