Conversation 1.
Micah: Dad will you play light sabers with me?
Me: Sure.
Me (after several minutes of playing light sabers): Ugh, you chopped of my leg. You win.
Micah: It's okay you have 12 more lives.
Conversation 2.
Me: Grampy wants to borrow our bb gun to take care of the squirrels in his yard.
Isaac: Can we have the squirrels after he kills them?
Me: Why would we want dead squirrels?
Isaac: To roast them.
Me: What are you going to do with a roast squirrel?
Isaac: Give it to the Indians.
(Natalie and I trying not to laugh)
Isaac: I'm sorry, I mean the Native Americans.
And here are some pictures.
A light dinner of popcorn.
Nothing strikes fear into an enemy's heart like a blaster, a light saber, and officially licensed Nickelodeon undies.
Dirt and sunshine made for a wonderful spring break week.
1 comment:
"I'm sorry, I mean the Native Americans." HA! Too funny!
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