Catcher: How many are you?
Me: How old am I?
Catcher: Uh...yes.
Me: 35.
Catcher: Wow. I thought you were three like me.
Like parents for generations before me, I'm not the first to be constantly amazed by what a child has to say on any given day. Here's a smattering of what Catcher said today:
- Um. Why are you wearing those shoes? Those shoes don't look cute with your outfit. Take them off.
- Why do taxis have numbers?
- Scout has short hands.
- Don't talk to me.
- If I don't get dessert tonight I'm going to have bad behavior tomorrow.
- Did you start out as a baby?
- I'm going to Oklahoma at 5:00 in the morning.
- Is that baby going to pop out of your tummy? How do you fix your tummy?
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