Today Tate enlightened us a little bit with a conversation he had with my mom over lunch. Lately, he's been complaining about having to drink milk. The other day he told Brad and I that he was allergic to it, so he shouldn't drink it. Then today, he was trying to get out of drinking it again. The conversation went something like this...
My mom: "Tate, you need to drink your milk. Daddy loves milk. Uncle T loves milk. Even Santa loves milk."
Tate: "Well Jesus doesn't."
Hmmm....
Love to y'all,
Tracy
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2 comments:
Your posts crack me up!
okay, that kid seriously cracks me up!!
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