My head is ready to explode. I have a sinus cold and my face really hurts. My google queue is empty.
So, I'll just report the stuff I hear coming from the kitchen. This is Luke. All within three minutes:
I want cantaloupe for dinnah. And applesauce. I want applesauce for dinnah.
I gonna have yogurt for dinnah.
When's it gonna be nighttime?
I gonna try to make these letters cwack open.
Watch this Cwaire! See? I cwacked them open.
Dad, why's it gonna take so long?
I gonna clean off the table.
I gonna clean the table, Dad. I wanna clean it again.
I can clean the windows? I can clean, ummm, the windows in the playroom, Dad?
Daddy? I want my yogurt now!
You open tuna like that?
Open the next one. Like that.
I wanna look at the tuna. Dad, please look at the tuna? I wanna look at the other one, too.
I smell tuna! I don't like it.
3 comments:
He's such a character, that Luke! I hope you're feeling better soon.
Wow, that's a lot of output in such a short amount of time! The tuna stuff slays me.
Feeling better now?
He kills me! Do you ever wonder if they forgot his mute button? :D I wonder that about Rylie all the time.
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