Casey Conversations
When Casey (my son) was 3:
Me: “Which yard do you want me to mow first, ours or Mrs. Rogers’?”
Casey: “Mrs. Rogers’! Maybe she will mow her own yard once, when she’s not old.”
Me: “Maybe.”
Casey: “And she will get a new face. Did you get a new face?”
Me: “No, this is the same one I’ve always had.”
Casey: “Me, too.”
July 10th, 2009 at 9:25 am
“Delores is dead.”
July 10th, 2009 at 11:11 am
Ha, LindsAy. Now I have to explain.
Phone conversation–Casey (4-years-old), at home with sitter, Delores/Me, at work:
Casey: “Mom, will you get me some juice?”
Me: “I can’t, Baby, I’m at work. Ask Delores.”
Casey: “Delores is dead.”