Dad: Thank you for picking up those pencils.
Hope: The Holy Ghost told me to.
Noah: My hair is bouncing up and down.
After Hope crashed on her bike.
Mom: I think she just got distracted.
Noah: Probably by a bird?
While trying to console Hope after her crash.
Noah: Take this as an experience.
Noah lying on two swings: Hope, what do I look like?
Hope: You look like a big pickle.
Mom referring to a fly buzzing around Hope's head: It won't hurt you.
Hope: But...will it stay in here for 59 years?
Mom: Will you hang on to the stroller, please?
Hope: Yes. Cause I am bound to fall down.
Eden grabs and shakes dad's hand in the middle of a high-five game and says: Thank you very much.
2 comments:
funny funny...I love reading this stuff, makes my day...NO Life!
Awesome! :-)
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