No distance is too short that I can't cover it at full speed.
I like to carry out conversation at ear splitting volume levels.
Anything you ask me to do is, at best, a mere suggestion (unless preceded by "I've told you x times already").
"yeah, she's crying" is empathy.
My selective memory is photographic "awwwww I never get to stay up".
The direction I am running is not the direction I am looking.
I am in constant denial "I'm not a little boy, I'm a big boy. He's a little boy" .... "No I'm not. Muuuuuuuuuuuuum!".
1 comment:
sounds a lot like my girls, 2 & 5 years old...
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