Conversations with my children

Man at Taco Store: What’s your name, little girl?

Sam: Not girl; Batman.

He then attempted to pull open his sweatshirt, Superman-style, to show his Batman shirt.


Grace, attempting to get into my lap, digs her nails into my leg and struggles.

Me: Baby, say “Up.”

Grace: makes the sign for “More.”

5 thoughts on “Conversations with my children

  1. Amy

    January 3, 2011 at 10:17pm

    Sam, don’t give yourself away like that! That’s what alter egos are for.

  2. Annika

    January 4, 2011 at 2:04pm

    I know, I’m totally at Zazzle right now making one. The question is whether it’s weird to make it FOR Sam.

  3. Amy

    January 5, 2011 at 10:21pm

    That depends. How much time do you think being able to just point at his shirt will save him?

    • Annika

      January 6, 2011 at 11:26am

      Well, if he has to rip open his sweatshirt, probably none.

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