Yesterday the kids and I were running errands. Zsa Zsa, upon getting buckled into her seat, told me she was going to sleep. The Boy handed out this little gem:
"Mom, I'm not sleepable right now. When I *am* sleepable, I'll go to sleep, OK?"
"I want to be a fireman with a fire HAT and fire BOOTS and a fire JACKET and ALL that stuff!"
What can I say? He can't help being that random. It's genetic.
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