Yesterday we were driving somewhere and John David asked me, "Mom, can Daddies fall?"
"Yes, anybo---" Before I could finish, he cut me off and said, "Not my daddy."
"Yes," I tried to explain, "Anyone can fall down, it's just an accident."
"Not my daddy. He's expensive."
Too funny. I take that to mean he values his daddy and thinks he's a real treasure. And infallible, apparently.
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I posted this on Facebook already but I wanted to write it here in case anyone missed it.
A few mornings ago I woke up with John David next to me in bed. He said, "Mommy, I'm hungry." I asked what he wanted for breakfast. With enthusiasm, he said, "A corn dog!" I told him that didn't sound like a breakfast food so he said, "Hmmm, let me FINK." [think]. After a brief pause, he sat bolt right up in bed and said, this time with conviction, "A corn dog and COFFEE."
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