Mom: "Twins, I need you to go clean up the toys and clothes that I put outside your room."
Davis: "Mom, that's your job, not mine."
Mom: "Excuse me? If they are your toys and clothes they are your responsibility."
Davis: "But I don't want to. . . . . .I wish we had a butler to do that."
(picture a little twinkle in his eye because he is pleased to have used a word with the root of "but")
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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