a quote from my family, once a week, every week.
kiddo: I've never jumped in muddy puddles. I did go in mud once, but it wasn't a fun sort of mud. it was mud that I sank in. I walked into it and I felt like I was sinking and my shoes got all muddy.
me: what kind of mud would you like?
kiddo: mud that was ... are you writing this down?
me: a bit.
kiddo: mud that's not to thick and not not too deep and not too rocky.
(he holds up the milk carton. it has a picture of milk being poured.) also, mud that looks like this when you splash in it.
lady (resting her head on my belly and looking at me): you my lovely mum in the whole world. like dad and max.
me: how does it feel to be 17?
teen: it feels pretty good to wear a crown in the morning.
kiddo: I don't know how to party.
lady (walks up to me. stops.): I love you mum.
we're a bit late posting today, but link on up and tell me what they said over your way!