So I'm babysitting the love of my life, Kevin, for the WHOLE weekend! He's 8. Last night we went out to dinner with two of my friends, one of which used to be his sunday school teacher. Then we rented Flubber. Good times.
Before going to bed, Kevin found my little stuffed lamb. The conversation went something like this:
Kevin: What's his name?
Me: Lamby
Kevin: He smells like you.
Me: Really? What do I smell like?
Kevin: (pauses to think) Him!
Today, for breakfast, we had waffles. I gave him two. He wanted another.
Me: Are you sure you want another waffle? That's a lot.
Kevin: My mom lets me have 3....... because I'm a lucky man.
hahahahahahah I love him!
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