Friday, April 9, 2010

Why he's my favorite (sometimes).

This is one of my favorite pictures of him. He was two.

Liam: Mom, I don't want a job when I'm big.

Me: Why not?

Liam: Because what if I'm at lunch and I'm the last one in line and everybody in front of me is all, "Oooh, ranch dressing!" and they take some and when it's my turn the guy says, "Sorry, sir. We're out of ranch." That would make me sad.

(Sorry. I know my posts have been kid-heavy this week. That's what happens when I'm forced to spend every waking moment with them for an ENTIRE WEEK.)

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