30 January 2013

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…}


Bunny @ 86n It said...

on the road. HA!

Ducky said...

Spit language? That's a new one!! :D I might have to try that one out. It would throw everyone for a loop.

Mommy Lisa said...


Anonymous said...

Tell him you would have to live with all of us, across the street, before he'd end up in the road. ;)


~*Jess*~ said...

I love his straight talk with Tate.

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