I love spying on my kids' conversations.
T: You know, when I grow up, I'm gonna be one of those guys that flies into space. I'm gonna go to Jupiter.
J: No, T! You can't go there! Don't you remember? Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupid-er!
T: Oh, you're right...I guess I'll just have to go to Mars then.
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Priceless!!
Amazing blog... Like the way you work out...
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