Me: If you rub food on the couch one more time, I'm putting you in time out.
Little Boo: But I love you, Mommy. You're my friend.
Me: Well, I don't want to be your friend when you act this way.
Little Boo: But you're my bestest friend. I love you the most the best.
Me: A good friend doesn't make messes. A good friend does nice things. It makes me sad when I have to clean a mess.
Little Boo: Don't be sad in your eye.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
That's What Friends Are For
Posted by Things I May Regret Writing at 12:33 AM
Labels: bad to the bone, conversations, food
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