Tuesday, October 23, 2007

I'd Hate to be Thirsty Nine

This morning at breakfast, I was putting Sam in his booster seat, trying to secure his squirming bottom, when he grabbed his juice and declared:

"Sam is thirsty too!"

I nodded, and agreed that he was, seeing that he had already downed half his glass that morning. Then he continued:

"and Dada is thirsty five!"

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