While my last post was an entirely imagined conversation between myself and my one-year-old, Jamie actually said the following things:
Jamie: “You don’t want a penis on your head.”
Me: …
Jamie: “Because then you would pee in your hair!”
I suppose someone has to think about these things.
Jamie: “When I’m big like daddy, I’m going to live here!”
Me: “With me?”
Jamie: “Yep! But we need to get a bigger bed. This is a double, but we will need a triple and I will sleep on this side. You will sleep in the middle.”
My future is awkward.
Jamie: “I want my name to be JamieFour.”
Me: “JamieFour?”
Jamie: “Yes, I want the whole world to know how old I am.”
Me: “So next year, would you be JamieFive?”
Jamie: “Yes, and then JamieSix, then JamieSeven, then JamieEight, all the way to JamieTwenty!”
Presumably, after age 20, people will just think he is “old.”
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