My kid is historically an over-achiever. He was married by the time he was five. I went and found all the related posts and present them here.
“I can’t find them! I can’t find my kids! I was supposed to only get one, but he game me two!”
“Two babies. Julia and I have two babies now.”
“Who gave them to you?”
“Joe. He’s the guy who gives out the babies. And he gave us two but I can’t find them.”
“Well, you’d better get looking because I don’t want strange kids running around my house. If you are going to have kids, you have to be responsible for them. You need to keep an eye on them.”
“They’re a boy and a girl. The boy is named Jonah, and the girl is…the girl is named Jody! I’ll go check my room. Maybe they are up there.”
Jr: After breakfast, Julia and I have to have a talk.
Jr: Ya. She’s gonna be moving out.
Me: I hope it isn’t because of something I said.
Jr: No, it’s just time.
“I don’t know. But she wears an orange shirt.”
“Well honey, what if she isn’t wearing that shirt tomorrow?”
“She has a mountain of hair.”