March 13, 2005
Michael (4): "One day, I'll be taller than Mommy."
Me: "Probably."
Michael: "Then she'll have to die."
Me: "Really?"
Michael: "Yes. Then I'll be taller than you. Then you'll have to die."
One more thing to look forward to, I guess.
Posted by Tony at March 13, 2005 12:54 AM | TrackBack
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