Setting: The car
Owen: Rrrr. I mad at you.
Me: Why? What did I do?
Owen: I not talking to you, Mama.
Me: Oh, who are you talking to?
Owen: The Frog.
Me: Oh. (Frog? What frog?)
Owen: Frog! Get out of my froat! Right now!
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I think Owen is as tired of his cold as I am...
2 comments:
Hee he heeee! and LOL! That kid is so dang cute. I can hear his little growl, poor thing.
Poor thing, indeed! Frog, go away and don't EVER come back!!! (Wish it could be so...)
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