Finn: Mom, I think milk was only made for cereal.
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Finn: *incoherent weird noises in Dave’s general direction*
Dave: *blank stare at Finn*
Finn: What? That was spit language.
Me: Spit language?
Finn: Uh, yeah. Spit language.
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Finn: Want me to pull all my teeth out?
Dave: No. No, I don’t.
Finn: What? I can pull them all out.
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{On the way to school one morning.}
Tate: Da-deee. Daaa-deeeee.
Finn: He’s at work Tay Tay. If he doesn’t work, we have no water. No house. No toys. And we have to just live on the road!
{I’m pretty sure he meant on the street…}
5 comments:
on the road. HA!
Spit language? That's a new one!! :D I might have to try that one out. It would throw everyone for a loop.
Awesome.
Tell him you would have to live with all of us, across the street, before he'd end up in the road. ;)
-Bea
I love his straight talk with Tate.
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