Me (after lots of unreasonable crying from the baby): Alright Tess, say goodbye to your brother. We're selling him to the gypsies.
Tess: We are!? Can we keep me and sell George to the gypsies?
Me: Of course. You've proven your worth. How much do you think we'll get for him?
Tess: Maybe 1?
Me: I sure hope we get at least 1.
Tess (heading to the door): Okay. I just need to get my shoes on.
Me (thinking she liked her brother): Well, maybe we should give him one more chance.
Tess: I don't want to give him one more chance.
Me: Why not?
Tess: Cause gypsies need kids too.
1 comment:
Ha! This is a story Tess will want to hear when she is older.
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