Monday, July 14, 2008

My literal son

We went to a friend's house this weekend to ride a horse:

Leif: "Will there be strings I can hold on to?"

NM: "I don't know, you might have to ride barebacked!"

Leif: "But I don't want to ride on a bear's back mommy!"

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At dinner the other night:

Leif (whining): "Daddy will you pick the brown stuff [hamburger] off my zagna, I don't like brown stuff."

NM: "Leif I think you need to pick the hamburger off yourself if you don't want it on your food."

Leif: "But I didn't spill any mommy!"

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