This just happened:
I made french toast for breakfast.
I syrup-ed and cut up Nate's for him.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom.
When he came back in he said this:
"Mom on my way up to the bathroom Kitty told me that I needed to put more syrup on my french toast.
We have a talking cat! Isn't that crazy.
....
So can I have more syrup?"
I blame his father. He tells him bedtime stories.
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Creative kid gets what he wants!
Did you read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn? That reminds me of the line about how if she hadn't had the outlet if creative writing she would have become a compulsive liar. Avery does this too- she makes up scenerios and blames things on her sister.
That is smart. Kids are too smart
It is most DEFINITELY his father's fault.
Ummmm...
a few weeks back, while putting Maile to bed she said, "mom, do you see those people?" I was like what people? Then she points to her closet and ceiling and says, "those kids, those ghosts."
I was freaked out!
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