Get Out of Town

This morning at breakfast, my boy:

Him: Mommy, I love you.
Me: Really?!
Him: Yeah!
Me: No WAY. Get out of town!
Him: But I CAN’T! If I get out of town… I will be LOST!

Me: (Laughs, hugs, kisses… what could I say?)

The latest "ornament" made at preschool

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One Response to Get Out of Town

  1. Jane Ann says:

    Adorable! Gavin is just flat gorgeous.

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