Hubby: "Come on, Gabe, put the pig down."
Two year old: "Why, daddy? Why I need to put pig down?"
Hubby: "Because it's time for bed."
Two year old: "I take pig to bed."
Hubby: "You can't take your bank to bed."
Two year old, rubbing the bank: "But he so soft."
Hubby, laughing: "Gabe, the pig isn't soft; he's made of metal."
Two year old: "Nuh uh, daddy, he made of monies!"
3 comments:
LOL
I love two year olds. They are so cute with their little minds soaking everything up like a sponge.
Oh the things they come up with! It's never ending :)
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