S: ...
Me: Shawn!
S: I don't like Shawn any more!
Me: Oh. So what do you want to be called then?
S after only skipping a beat: Call me Tooth Fairy.
Um, ok. Whatever floats your boat, little man. And no, he did not answer to "Tooth Fairy" when I called him that a few minutes later.
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J: When I grow up, I want to be a fireman and a policeman.
Isaac: Wow, that's great, buddy.
J: I want to be a fireman and a policeman...
J: and a witch!
I imagine that adding "witch" on the old resume will make you a top choice when applying for those jobs. Lol.
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Shawn's been feeling pretty awful today. He didn't want much to eat or drink. By dinner, we were willing to give him whatever he suggested...
Isaac: Do you want some milk?
S: No.
Isaac: How about chocolate milk?
S: No.
Isaac: Do you want some apple juice?
S with a sly look on his face: Yeeesss. I want some apple juice...
S: In your caboose!
After which he and his brother dissolved into a fit of laughter. Sigh.
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