December 13, 2008
It has been confirmed.
A long time ago, before Art could smile, I wrote on the blog, "Art is a blob and I am his slave." Well, this morning Art wanted me to do something for him that he was totally able to do himself and I said, "No, I won't do that for you. I'm not your slave," knowing full well he didn't know what a slave is. Then he rolled on the floor, whined and said, "Noooooo, you are my slaaaaaaaaave!"
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Haaaahaaaa! I love when kids do stuff like that. I mean, I'm sure you did not love it, but, the stories about it are always really funny to me.
Hopefully, after the whining has cleared your memory, you'll think it's funny too. :D
I actually had to fight letting him see me laughing. I'd hate for him to think I'm laughing at him when he's feeling genuinely upset, but that was really funny!!!
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