Davis: "Stop tickling me! You're giving me an office."
Me: "What?"
Davis: "I SAID stop it because your giving me an office!"
Me: "I heard you I just don't understand you."
Davis: "Because you're making me work at not being mad at you. Work? Get it? I need an office to work! Oh my gosh. Mom. Keep up."
Visual Anarchy: My increasingly chaotic trip to insanity.
3 comments:
Omigosh, YES!
I can't believe you were even smart enough to get pregnant.
I love that boy. Wouldn't want to be his mom, but I love sitting on the sidelines watching it play out. Davis and popcorn. That's all I need.
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