This is an actual account of our dinner conversation tonight:
(Everyone quietly enjoying dinner)
(Mom passes rather loud gas)
Connor-“Daddy have poo-ie boo-ie”
Dad-“No, MOM has a pooty booty”
(mom laughs uncontrolably)
Dad-“How come it’s only funny when you fart and not when I do? I refuse to give you the satisfaction of laughing. Do you need to wipe?”
(Dad laughs)
Connor- (singing) abcdefg….
Mom-“How do you spell Connor?”
Connor-“C-O-N-O-R”
Mom-“How do you spell Logan?”
Connor-“Logan starts with L”
Mom-“Very good. What’s mommy’s name?”
Connor-“Mommy is Megan”
Mom-“What’s daddy’s name?”
Connor-“Daddy Derek.”
Mom-“Good! What’s the kitty’s name?”
(Connor thinks for several moments)
Connor-“Cow says moooooo.”
(Mom and dad laugh)
I just love having converstaions with Connor.