Raising two sons, 8 and 5, means we have lots of fun conversations in our home. Here are some more:
Parker: Hey, can we drink some corn from a jar?
Me: What?
Parker: Like in the Rocky Top song.
Tonya (to Turner as she hugged him goodnight on his bed): Oh, my baby.
Turner: My adult.
Turner: Look at this little spoon I had when I was a baby. I loved this spoon.
Me: Why do we still have that spoon? In case somebody with a baby comes over?
Turner: So if another person moves into this house with a baby, they'll have a spoon.
Me: Who's going to move in here with a baby?
Turner: You never know. You never know.
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