Dave: Adam, when are you going to get a job?

Adam: I too little Daddy.

Dave: How old do you have to be to get a job?

Adam: Four.

Dave: Where are you going to get a job?

Adam: At the apple (Applebees), but I still come home for lunch.

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Adam (while struggling with the harness of his carseat): I don’t want to be safe Mommy!

Me: Well, that is too bad. You have to sit in your carseat, it’s the law. If you don’t stay buckled up then Mommy will go to jail.

Adam: I want you to go to jail Mommy.

Me: If I go to jail who will play with you all day and make your lunch?

Adam: Daddy do it.

Me: Daddy has to go to work.

Adam: Maybe you go to jail tomorrow Mommy.

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The pictures have nothing to do with the stories – they are from grocery shopping last night. It was just the two of us and we had a short list, so Adam got to push his own cart.