JACK: Hey, Mom. *puts his glasses on his forehead* My brain’s looking at you.
ME: This was from my grandpa. But he passed away.
JACK: Oh that’s so sad.
CASEY: Oh no, why did your grandpa skip away?
JACK: (pointing to a bottle of Gatorade) Can I have some of that Gator Raider?
Casey constantly says, “I’m four my old!” because he legitimately thinks we’re saying that he’s a ‘four your old’.
Picking up kids from school.
Jack’s friend EM: (bluntly) It smells like poop in here.
JACK: I would say it smells more like a stylish soap.
I was trying to sweep under the table when Casey rushed over and took the broom from me.
CASEY: Don’t worry! Casey’s here!… (to himself under his breath) there’s nothing that I can’t do.
I got after the boys for pestering the baby too much and then Jack yelled,
JACK: Then you need to stop bringing her over here to us because otherwise we can’t stop being rude to her or being her best friend! She’s too cute!
I put on Casey’s rain jacket and zipped it halfway.
ME: Okay now you can go outside.
CASEY: I’m not ready. There’s still more zipping to do!
JACK: *loses at his video game* CHICKEN NUGGETS!
ME: Singing Let It Be. When I find myself in times of trouble. Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom. Let it be.
CASEY: *gasps* That’s like MY mommy!
ME: Ah baby! That’s so sweet!
CASEY: Like when she helps me when I poo poo in my pants and I’m sad. And she tells me it’s gonna be okay.
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