I was tucking Dylan into bed. We always snuggle a bit and say our rezas.
I had just finished making lunches. "I'm sorry Dyl. I think my hands smell like tuna fish."
He paused, and said. " I think it smells like love."
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We were talking about food. About peanut butter and jelly.
Dylan piped up, "And with ketchup and ranch."
I paused, "Peanut butter and jelly with ketchup and ranch?"
He replied calmly. "It works out."
Weirdo.
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Dylan was talking roller coasters. He was discussing with Eva which ones he wanted to go on.
"I don't know yet about the Tantrum. I have to see if it's real screams, or screams of fun."
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Dylan starts off one day in the car quite nonchalantly:
"So when people ask me, 'Hey Dylan, do you want a hot dog?'...."
Is that a question people ask you frequently? My boy.
^^^^^^
Playing with Eva.
"Careful! You're going to hit my crazy bone!!!"
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We were camping. We were having family conversation, when Dylan suddenly proclaimed to me:
"Well, you are the smorekeeper."
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