Patrick (looking glum): Mommy, today [a neighbor] said I was a crybaby.
Me (sincerely): You most certainly aren't. Why did he call you a crybaby?
Patrick: Because I was crying.
Me: Well, why were you crying?
Patrick: Because he called me a crybaby!
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The best part: That last line was delivered with a giant grin, and the two of us burst out laughing. To quote more Shakespeare, "All's well that end's well"!]
Cute!
Posted by: Theresa | May 31, 2007 at 12:15 AM
So sweet. This sounds like the conversations at our house.
Posted by: Margaret | May 31, 2007 at 01:18 AM
THat reminds me of my daughter coming home crying from school because someone had told her that she was the shortest kid in the class.
Well, who IS the shortest kid in the class? I asked.
ME! she wailed. Poor bunny.
Posted by: Beck | May 31, 2007 at 09:45 AM
He's a boy after your own heart!!
Posted by: Meredith | May 31, 2007 at 11:09 AM