Wednesday, February 5, 2014

conversation with an 18 month old

While eating dinner:
Ezra: Kiss the window.
Me: It's gonna be pretty cold.
Ezra: Kiss the sky!
Me: You're not allowed to be a reincarnation of Jimi Hendrix.
Ezra: Kiss the sky.

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