Whining voice....
I want some drugs....drugs...
I'm fixed!
My hair is soft & cozy
Dec. 25: Please don't lock me on the liquor chair!
(translation: Please don't make me sit on a wicker chair)
Dec. 31: Mommy, it's a lovely day for putting out presents and opening them.
Conversations with Izak:
Mommy: Izak what time is it?
Izak: Thirty three o'clock
Abby: Izak you look like an elf today
Izak: No, I don't want a needle!
Abby: Here. Help me put the game away
Izak: No, I'm not a game!
Abby: Are you just talking because you can?
Izak: Yes. I have a mouth
Izak: My name is Izak Dominic Kehler
Abby: Do you know my name?
Izak: Aunt Abby Kehler
Izak: Why is it raining
Mommy: Because Jesus is crying b/c you're disobeying mommy
Izak: Oh, I should listen more
(ya ya, I know - I'm not proud of this, but it did work for a little bit)
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