Miciah: Where are we going?
Tamra: To the Simpson's house.
Miciah: Why?
Tamra doesn't respond.
Elijah: We're getting a dog.
Miciah: No, we're not.
Elijah: Yes, we are. Bro. Simpson said so.
Miciah: Elijah, we can't be getting a dog because we have a cat. Dogs and cats hate each other. If you have a dog and a cat, your windows will break.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Stolen Conversation #15
Miciah (my 8-year-old daughter): You can't go through that door. It's a trap.
Elijah (my 5-year-old son): For a baby?
Miciah: No, it's a TRAP.
Elijah: A trap for a baby?
Miciah: No! Just for normal people!
Elijah: What's a trap?
Miciah, in a huff: When you go through that door, the Queen pushes you to the alligators. So you can't go through that door, okay?
Elijah: Oh. Okay!
Elijah (my 5-year-old son): For a baby?
Miciah: No, it's a TRAP.
Elijah: A trap for a baby?
Miciah: No! Just for normal people!
Elijah: What's a trap?
Miciah, in a huff: When you go through that door, the Queen pushes you to the alligators. So you can't go through that door, okay?
Elijah: Oh. Okay!
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