Mommy: "Keandre, you can play with that for 5 more minutes, and then it's Destany's turn."
Destany: "Can it be 7 more seconds?"
Mommy: "Ummm, no." (But nice try!)
Destany: "Okaaaay." (with great disappointment in her voice)
Brooklyn was choking and sputtering during her early morning feeding.
Destany's thoughts: "Maybe you didn't chew your food enough last night, and too big of pieces are coming through!"
"When you see a bad guy, kick him in the tummy-ache!"
Keandre: "I’m going to change my name when I’m bigger."
Mommy: "Really? What will you change it to?"
"Mommy, I'm a puppy. Can you be my grown-up?"
"A mark. Gets. Set. 5 - 2 - Go!"
"What that thing called that keeps rain off you? Where'd they get that?!" (ummmm....an umbrella, little desert boy!)
Mommy: "What should our behavior look like while we're shopping?"
Keandre: "Don't yell...and don't spank people."
Keandre's prayer one night while we stayed at a cousin's cabin:
"Thank you for the cabin. Thank you for our life here. Thank you for the trash truck." (Which came and emptied a dumpster right in front of him!)
2 years ago