Uh-oh - I'm my father.

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Cheers Dad.

The other day I was sitting here, websurfing, I'm sure, while the kids had a snack after school. And I heard this:

LUCY: Timmy in my class NEVER practices his spelling words. EVER.

MAX: Is your name Timmy?

LUCY: No.

MAX: Then don't worry about it. You just worry about Lucy.

I about peed myself with laughter, but held it in. Lucy looked to me for defense, but I said nothing.

When Ricardo got home, I told him the whole story. He chuckled and said "That's you. He totally got that from you."

I say, "Uh, no, that sounds just like my dad."

To which Ricardo replies, "EXACTLY."

Oh God.

That's how I roll.

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That is so precious...and yes, it is so you. I am so impressed that at only six Max already has this wisdom! :)

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