- "Mommy. . . Arianna and I are best friends. We never let each other's love lights grow dim."
- "Mommy. . . do we get the Daily Bugle here in Pittsburgh or is that just in New York City?"
- "Daddy. . . You know of my love of hamburgers. . . this is the same." (While wolfing down an eggroll.)
- "Mommy. . . Do you think Uncle David knows what's up with this traffic." I interjected a confused "huh" or something like that- we were at a standstill on route 28. "You know. . . because he's in Heaven looking down on us. He can probably see what's causing all this stupid traffic."
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Posted by Charissa at 07:30