To his brother: "Neener, neener, boo, boo. Stick your head...in the TOILET!"(Do I correct that?)
From their mother: "Cross my heart; hope to die; stick a needle in my eye."
From Nicholas: "Oh mommy, when we went to the doctor, they put a needle in me."
Me: "Yes they did."
Nicholas: "Mooooom, I don't want needles in me. Can you take them out?"
Me: "Nicholas, what do you want to drink."
Nicholas: "You'll never know."
3 comments:
That boy has charm oozing everywhere. Cute, cute, cute.
...and people wonder why mothers of young children seem like they're insane. You do, in fact, feel like you have a mental illness when these are the conversations you have repeatedly!
Very deep conversation!
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