Saturday, November 7, 2009

Morning Conversation

Here's part of a conversation with T.S. as he cut paper to "one-quarter of an inch mom, it has to be one-quarter of an inch."
T.S.: Mom, there are cranes outside.
I looked and, "T.S. I think those are geese flying."
No, mom, on the ground, not with the chickens, but by the chickens.
Oh, those are our quail, they've gotten big.
Yeah, they're all grown up and in Kindergarten.

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