I never know what to expect when my children start speaking. I also hear my words (and the words of their teachers) echoing back at times. At least they are honest...
Sweet Son: "Streets have names so you know which one you are on. Why don't parking lots have names?"
Sweet Daughter: "You don't have to punish Brother, Mama. I'm the one who refuses to follow even the simplest directions."
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