I asked Ray and Chay what they were thankful for this morning. Ray gave the appropriate responses, kinda, and Chay, not so much. I didn't either, much to E's chagrin.
Ray: I'm thankful for Em, my mommy, and Miss Nicole. Oh, and my brother, Chay.
E: You're not thankful for Daddy?
Ray: No, Daddy. I had to tell you to stop snoring two times last night. I'm not thankful for you.
E: But I'm thankful for you!
Ray: Two times, Daddy. I had to tell you two times not to snore! I am not thankful for you.
And then there's Chay --
Me: Chay, what are you thankful for?
Chay: Cars are yucky.
Me: What?
Chay: Cars are yucky.
Me: Ok, that doesn't even make sense.
Chay: Cars are yucky.
Me: Whatever you say, Al Gore.
Chay: I not Al Go. I Chay.
Me: Whatev.
And then there's me. I'm thankful that E let me sleep in this morning and dealt with Ray at 5 am. I'm also thankful he was the one sleeping with her in the guest room at 7 am when she wet the bed. Tee Hee.
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Happy Thanksgiving!!
Poor E . . . even though I would have loved to hear what came out of his mouth when that happened!! :o)
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