While my mother was on the telephone at my house the other day, I was trying to listen to her conversation so that I would be able to help her if necessary. I had asked Brendan to stop talking several times. Here is how the conversation proceeded...
Me: "Can you stop talking? Do you ever stop talking?"
Him: "Sorry, I have a mouth."
Today all the kids were playing in the Kulik's yard across the street. All were rolling down their front lawn. Patrick stopped at one point and lied in the grass. While lying there I asked him to get up so he didn't get any ticks. I told him that if he didn't get up and got ticks who would remove them because I wasn't. His response:
"You have to, your my mother."
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