Nathan: “Mom! Miles is on the table”
I get him off the table, and say, “No, Miles!”
Nathan “He doesn’t go on the table ‘cause he’s not food-right, Mom?”
Turns to Miles and scolds “Miles, stay off the table! You’re not food!”
Nathan: Mom I’m a good pooper!
Nathan: Mom, my teeth are mad at me.
Nathan: Because I ate dirt all night long.
Me: Why would you eat dirt?
Nathan: Because you wouldn’t feed me.
Nathan looks at cousin Dave, confused, then asks....”Why are you so black?”
Dave “because I’m your Black cousin Dave.”
Nathan: “Ok. Are you going to let me fish with that?”(Dave was fixing a fishing pole)
Dave “Yeah, but not right now.”
Nathan runs excitedly over to the end of the dock where I was and yells with his hands in the air..
“Mom! I’m going to get to fish! Just not right now!”
Me: ”Ok. Yay!“