A couple of times a month, Little Man and I drive a classmate home after school. We enjoy the giggling, screaming and singing. Pretty hilarious!
Yesterday, The Husband happened to be with us and this is the conversation we hear coming from the back seat......
Little Man: You coming to my house?
Friend: No, I go to my house.
Little Man: I have toys in my playroom.
Friend: ((((crickets chirping)))
Little Man: I have bubble bath, you wanna bubble bath?
Friend: ((((crickets chirping)))
Little Man: I have foamy soap.
Friend: No, I go home to my house.
Little Man: (((pause)))
Little Man: You not go to my house anymore.
The Husband and I were snickering to ourselves.....hearing our son being shot down by a girl. So funny! But he got over it.
So much to look forward to in the teenage years! ((((groan))))
Little Man and Friend
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