Here are a few of the conversations that I heard in our car and hotel room when we went on a mini-vacation to Disneyland back in January. I wrote these down on the hotel stationery, but then lost the paper and forgot about them. I found the paper the other day, so here's a sampling of the types of conversations I am subjected to on a regular basis:
Tim (after going for a run): Anyone want to wear my sweaty hat?
Parker: Not me.
Jack: Not me.
Luke: I want to, Daddy! I do! I do!
Luisa: That's just gross. Don't you dare put that sweaty hat on Luke.
Parker: Ugh, Luke farted on me! Why does he always have to fart on me?
Tim: Because he knows you are about to harass him.
Luisa: Luke, don't fart on your brother.
Parker: I need some Weird Al on my iPod.
Jack: Me, too.
Yeah, I'm the only female in this house.
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