Me: (While driving) Blake! Stop pushing your feet against my seat.
(He stops for a second, then does it again)
Me: Blake! Do you want me to tell your dad you were pushing your feet on the seat again?
Blake: No you wont.
Me: Wanna bet?
Blake: Stop saying I'm gonna get a bet because I'm not!
Oh, and here are the pictures from the first day of preschool:
A blog about some of my random thoughts, complaints, and things I've noticed. I am a wife, mother, switchboard operator and general watcher of those around me.
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- AmyWaWa
- In no particular order I'm a wife, mother, sister, daughter and general observer of humans.
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