Callum is in a very “I do it all by myself†stage, including reciting our bedtime ritual.
A: I love you, my little sweetheart. Night ni—
T: I say it. Night night, sleep tight, don’t let bedbugs bite. That’s right!
A: I love you.
T: I love MYSELF.
I had Tobin-quote gold on my Timehop today from multiple years. I am aggregating them here.
12/2/16:
T, genuinely perplexed:Â Who would touch BUNS?
12/2/16:
T:Â This pancake is warm, warmer than lava.
A: What?! I’m surprised it didn’t melt your plate.
T:Â I’m surprised it didn’t kill me.
12/2/15:
T:Â What’s the difference between Tuesday and Thursday?
M:Â They’re different days of the week.
T:Â So they both don’t know karate?
M:Â Tobin, exactly what planet are you from?
T:Â Earff.
12/2/15:
A:Â What did you have for snack today?
T: Animal crackers. Other kids had apples.
A: Why didn’t you have apples? You like apples.
T:Â I don’t like Hoover apples.
A:Â Not as good as Honeycrisps, huh?
T:Â No.
A:Â What do Hoover apples taste like?
T:Â Like two monsters stuffed on spikes.
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