(while driving in the car)
brody says: mommy santa is crying.
me: oh no brody, why is santa crying?
brody: because i wet my pants.
(today in the living room)
brain: brody, tell me what you want to do when you grow up.
brody (without hessitation): drink beer daddy!
(in the car while passing a truck with a tank)
me: brody what do you think is in that truck?
brody: chocolate milk
me: really? are you sure.
brody: yup, chocolate milk
.brian.christina.brody. and sammie.
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