Holden: Mom, here! (puts something in my hand)
Me: What is this.
H: It is a bug.
M: This does not look like a bug. (inspects thing- crusty brownish green clump)
H: Oh. It is a bug GER.
M: What? A bugger (still eyeing thing in hand)?
H: (motions to nose) A snot, Mom. Yeah. It is big (proud smile).
M: I am going to put this in the garbage.
H: Good idea.
(please note that I did wash my hands after this)
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H: Alright baby Mom, I am going to work. You go in your carseat.
M: OK. Are you the mommy?
H: Yes. And I am going to work. Get in your carseat.
M: OK. I will get in my carseat. Where is it?
H: Over here! Get in!
M: What do you do at work?
H: (with the air of resignation of all parents trying to get to work) I WORK at work, baby. That is why I go. Get in your carseat!
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(While Patrick drills screws in new storm window frames)
H: (Yelling through the open window)- SCREW IT DADDY, SCREW IT!
