Me: Seb, it's time to go home.
Seb: Certainly not!
Me: Do you want to read a story?
Seb: Actually, yes.
*Seriously, where does he come up with this stuff!
Last week we were putting him to bed and he snuggled up in my arms and said, "you my best friend Mama!" Gush much?
Thursday night he was running errands with Nana and Papa and he was in his carseat in the back. He folded his legs up in front of himself so that the flats of his feet were pressed together and said, "I made a triangle!"
Seb: Where's Grammy?
Me: At her house.
Seb: No, it Sid's house! (Sid is the family dog)
*Conni says if it's Sid's house he better start chipping in on the bills!
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