How to read this post:
- Hailey is purple.
- Matt is orange.
- Husband is blue.
- Mommy is red.
- Have a sense of humor.
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| "No, no, no, Daddy...do it dis way." "Yeah...do what she says." "WTF? Am I really being told how to do this by a coupla three year olds?" "Haha...sucks for you." |
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| "Haiwey, do it like dis...use your saw to move dem." "Sigh...this is boring...can I have a snack?" "You just refused to have dinner...no, you can't have a snack." |
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| "Seriously...so boring...and I'm not touching that slimy crap." |
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| "Oh Geez...let me fix dat for you..." "Seriously, this isn't right at all...I'm looking for clean lines, Daddy!" "Sigh..." "Snicker...haha...giggle." |
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| "Dis pumpkin is cool...glad I didn't have to do any work!" "I'll stab everything on this table." |
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| "Cheese? You want cheese? How's dis?" "Oh, this is fun now...I get to smile pretty! And tanks for moving the slime." |
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| "I love you little pumpkin...wanna have a party?" "Again with the party shit? Really? This girl will have a party with anyone in a 10 block radius!" |
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| "Yup...I'm elbow deep in this pumpkin...someone's gotta do it right." |
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| "I'm only mildly interested that Hailey is disemboweling that pumpkin...as long as I can rip crap apart with my saw, I'm a happy camper. |
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| "Yes, I too think I have surgeon's hands...I might be a prodigy!" |
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| "Yeah...me too...the prodigy of a butcher. Haha...you get it?" |
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| "Easy...I almost have it...I'm almost there! SUCTION!" "Someone's been listening a little too hard to Mommy's Grey's Anatomy episodes." |
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| "Why yes, I will give the pumpkin a kiss...right in his eye." "Awkward..." |
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| "Matt, please don't hold your saw by the blade...it could hurt you." "O-tay." |
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| "And on top of that, I want to say one more thing!" "Matt, please put the saw down on the table if you're going to wave your arms around like that." |
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| "MATT! PUT THE FUCKING KNIFE DOWN!!!" "Geez, chill out, Mom..." |
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| "Yes, his name is Jake." "Oh, I know why...Mom, you know why?" "Ummm...no...why?" Laughter directed at Mommy. "Herp Derp." "WTF?" |
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| "We love him!" "Yeah...can we keep him?" "Can he take his bath with me?" "Can I sleep with him?" |
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| "What? What are you talking about? I didn't take his patch away..." "She didn't...he's just Jake." |
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| Final product...and my flameless candles that I got at BJ's b/c I'm like 80 years old apparently...I love them. |
