Sunday, July 20, 2008
Overheard in my living room today
I asked Quincy this morning how old he is. I know he knows the answer to that. We tell him all the time that's he's three for one thing. He should know. He told me that he's 15. I said, "No, you're three." He looked at me and yelled, "NO, I AM NOT! I AM 15!!!" I shut up. No point in arguing with a 3 year old who was apparently hopped up on sugar. Guess that lemonade has more sugar in it than I think!