Overheard yesterday:
Nick, 4: "Let’s get a go-gurt outta the fwidge."
Adam, 6: "Wait, we have to ask Mom first."
Nick: "Uh-uh, don’t hafta."
Adam: "Uh-ha, do so. If it weren’t for Mom, you wouldn’t even be here." (Hmmm, I think he’s borrowed this line from someone else. Okay, I’ve thrown it around a few times when I’ve felt beyond disrespected…)
Nick: "Uh-UH-uh, it was GOD who did that."
Hmm, how do you come back from that one?
