Little Son (trying to open an edamame): I can't get the ball out!
Me: I will get it out for you.
Little Son: WHO LET THE BALL OUT! WOO! WOO! WOO!
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Big Son: I just like girls.
Me: Oh yeah? You wanna kiss them?
Big Son: Yeah, but only the beautiful and pretty ones. Not the siiiick ones.
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Big Son (describing the taste of his milk): Mine tastes like strawberry yogurt, frozen strawberries, and raspberries.
Little Son (doing the same): Mine tastes like root beer, soda, chips, and... and... CEREAL BALLS!
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