Wesley and I were heading up to get the mail out of the mailbox last week and his attention wandered on to something before we even got out of the garage.
Me: "You coming?"
Wesley: "Huh?"
Me: (louder) "You coming?"
Wesley: "I'm not Coming, I'm Wesley (pronounced "Fesley").
The kid's a riot.
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A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E!
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