Here are some snippits of conversations recently heard around our house . . .
LUKE: "When I close my eyes to sleep, sometimes the stories come."
LUKE: "When I grow up, I'm going to work in that building."
GARY: "You are? What are you going to do?"
LUKE: "Sell cups. But I'm going to sell bigger cups than you sell. Or maybe small ones, too. It depends on what they want."
LUKE: "Oh, man, I can't believe I have diarrhea!" (TMI, I know, but it's funny!!)
LUKE: "I'm my Daddy's boy."
ME: "You are?"
LUKE: "Yes, because I toot a lot."
"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." Abraham Lincoln
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