Brock (5):
"What should I make with this scrap of paper? Maybe a creative wig. You're right...too obvious."
"What should I make with this scrap of paper? Maybe a creative wig. You're right...too obvious."
"Last night, I was telling my fish goodnight. I said, 'Goodnight my little nightmares.' Then I thought, 'nightmares? No, that's not right. What's the word? Ah, yes. Miracles. Goodnight my little miracles.'"
"Those are like pillowy soft baby butts."
Me: uh-oh.
Brock: what?
Me: there was a dead rabbit in the street. Hit by a car.
Brock, nonchalantly and seriously: oh, it's probably the Easter Bunny.