Conner: Put that foot in the fridge. Me: What?? Conner: Put the dog in the fridge. Me: Why? Conner: He's a tiny little dog. He needs to warm up. Me: And dogs warm up in the fridge? Conner: You don't know how good it feels. You're not a dog. Me: Hahaha. Conner: You're gonna sleep in Lindsay's spot tonight, Darby. Me: Me? Conner: No, Darby is. Me: Haha. Conner: You're too busy laughing at fairies or something. Me: Hahaha! (starting to cry laugh) Hoohoohoo. Conner: Stop crying. Me: Hoohoohoo. Conner: Hoohoohoo! Me: Haha...haha...(realizing he just mocked me in his sleep)
Livin' what we're given