We stopped in at my parents' house for the kids to play with Abby for awhile. On our way home I told them how much I loved them. Which for some reason, inspired this conversation:
Charlie: Mom, you gotta choose a kid
Mom: What?
Charlie: I'll prove it to you. Make a choice.
Mom: What do you mean buddy?
Charlie: We should have left Stella at Nana's house
Mom: Why?
Charlie: Cause she likes it, and you choosed me
Mom: I can't choose one of my kids, I have to have them both
Charlie: That's not a choice. Make a choice. pick me. I'll prove it to you
Hahahaha-he's hysterical! Where does he come up with stuff like this?
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