3-year-old: A cloud. Me: No, what do you imagine it could be 3-year-old: Rain.
So he could look at others' faces.
We left them" AL: Why "They didn't look anything like their selfies in rl"
3-year-old: Woof woof. Me: Horses 3: Neigh. Me: Pigs 3: Sizzle sizzle. Somebody understands bacon.
One says, "Hey, you, get off of my cloud!" The other says, "Hey, MacLeod, get off of my ewe!
Because they kept throwin shade
Are you kidding She was the most beautiful woman in the world! Can you imagine what her sons would of looked like
Because every time he saw a street pole he imagined two pies.