Over the past few weeks, I've been fortunate to spend a lot of one-on-one time with my son. We took a trip to Disney World - which was exciting and exhausting all at the same time - and have spent a lot of time hanging out at home, playing games and whatnot since I'm on break from work right now. More time with my son = more time for him to say hilarious things to me.
"I don't want to go to college."
On Christmas day, my grandmother graciously gave Gavin some money. When he opened it, I said, "Yay! This will help you to go to college!" He just looked at me. Not five minutes later, he crawled in my lap, tears streaming down his face. "What's wrong?" I asked him. I mean, it's Christmas, you just got a boat load of toys. What could you possibly be said about? He tells me in his tiny, sad voice, "I don't want to go to college." I think he thought he had to go right then. I assured him he could at least wait until after kindergarten.
"I can just poop in the pool."
Get thee to an independent bookstore.
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