Tonight Shelley and I discovered a packaged of cookie dough that had been mysteriously opened and about half gone. We hypothized that the boys used their safety scissors to open the package.
Later, I came across Seth trying to find the cover for his scissors. I asked him if he had used the scissors earlier to open the cookie dough package "today." He replied, "no" and continued looking for the cap. A few seconds later he looked up at me and said "we did that yesterday."
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We were in the car listening to a little Elvis when "In the Ghetto" came on. If you don't know the words, they go:
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
Chase then asked "why did his mama cry?"
Later in the evening, Seth asked "why wasn't I born in the ghetto?"
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