Last night both Ryan and I were telling Kilynn she couldn't have something, though I don't remember what it was...so this was the conversation.
K- Fine, I'll just live the rest of my life with my Grammy.
Me- Okay, where will you live?
K- On a farm!
Me- who's going to pay for it?
K- Me
Me- are you going to work? what kind of work are you going to do?
K- I'll work. I'll shave the sheep and.......ummm........milk the cows.
Oh, five year olds!
2 comments:
ROFL! I love conversations like that.
Oh that is precious! I miss little arguments like that! Teenager arguments are definitely not as fun :\
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