Finn: When I turn five, can I have a cake with bad guys on it?
Me: What kind of bad guys?
F: The kind from World War II.
M: You're not going to have Nazis on your cake.
F: Well, the good guys are shooting at the bad guys.
M: You're still not having a cake with Nazis on it.
F: How about a frosted tarantula driving a dump truck.
M: (mom look)
F: Ok, how about a combine.
1 comment:
Love it. So smart!
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