"We need Dad because he goes to work and makes money so that Mom can buy things. And Dad needs Mom so she can tell him what to do."
Yes, son, that's exactly right.
A few days before that as I drove to pick up Brielle from preschool Hyrum asked me:
"Mom, are you the Master of the Road?"
"The WHAT??"
"You know, the Master of the Road. The Master of the Road is the best driver in the world and controls all the cars."
"Yes, son. Yes I am."
4 comments:
He's such a crack up!
smart kid you got there!
Love it!
Wow. The amazing part about this post is that you are willing to divulge to the entire world just how hard you must be working to brainwash those poor children. Truly appalling.
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