Thursday, June 19, 2008

not for the weak stomached

Conversation that would never take place if we had girls:

Me: Sam, do you want a wipe for that cut, instead of licking the blood off of your hand?

Sam: I like licking my blood.

Caleb: Yeah, blood tastes really good.

Jonah: Mom, I'm licking my blood right now, and it really does taste good!

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