Grif: I can just swallow my chicken whole.
Me: No. You have to chew it or you could choke.
Grif: okay, but it takes so long to chew. We could be here for a long time.
Grif: My butt itches.
Steph: Where? On the outside?
Grif: No. Where the poop comes out.
Me: Grif, go get your shoes on and get ready for church.
Grif:
Really? Fireman hat, shades, and American Flags?? At least he put on the Rosary....
At the Cheeto Place:
Grid: Dad, can I have one of your chips?
Me: Sure. (they were jalapeño)
Grif: oh, oh, hot hot hot. (Takes a big drink of tea) Wow, that was spicy.
At bedtime. He was coughing a lot.
Steph: here, take some cough syrup.
Grid: really? Syrup? (grin of disbelief)
Apparently we've never called it anything but "cough medicine".
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