B: (while I was tickling) Don't you DARELY try to grab my feet!
B: Mom? All you have is freckles and all I have is muscles.
B: This all tastez (I'm not sure how to spell this, but he turns "tastes" into two syllables) delectable. Everything you cook is delectable. The stuff I don't think is tasty is even delectable...
to you. And maybe only halfway delectable to me.
B: I want to talk just like C does. I want to have a stutter. (This made my heart melt, because C's stutter is definitely a cross he has to bear. Blake wants to bear it too, mostly because he wants to be just like C.)
B: Ernie? Do you want to hear something that's true?
E: Um, yes?
B: Women live longer than men.
B: Here's something true: If you are carrying something that is heavy all by yourself, it's very heavy. But someone else helps you, then it is not as heavy.
A: That's pretty true, because you are sharing the load, not because the weight changes. Where did you learn that?
B: Curious George.
Fact: Your son is starting to sound like Dwight Schrute. :)
Yes @ Naomi! I swear, my comment was going to be
Bears. Beats. Battlestar Gallactica.
even before I read your comment.
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