Squeezy: Grandpa is his daddy.
Me: Grandpa is my daddy. Mommy’s daddy.
Squeezy: Mommy is his grandpa.
Squeezy: Grandpa is his mommy.
Me: Grandpa is my daddy.
Squeezy: Yep! And he is shes grandpa.
Me: I’m confused.
Squeezy: Are we having spadaddy for supper?
Me: Yup! Does that sound yummy?
Squeezy: Yes. And neatballs. And parmedge and cheese.
Me: Yes. Spaghetti and meatballs and Parmesan cheese.
Squeezy: Mommy. What time is it?
Me: It’s 4:20.
Squeezy: No it’s NOT!
Me: Oh. What time is it?
Squeezy: It’s plus forty-nine.
Squeezy: Mommy, can I read you a story?
Squeezy: You have to be very, very quiet.
Squeezy: Mommy, Grandpa is your daddy.
Me: Yes. you’re right.
Squeezy: And Daddy is my grandpa.
Me: No. Daddy is your daddy.
Squeezy: And my daddy is your grandpa.
Me: Hey Squeezy?
Me: You give me a headache.
Squeezy: Yep. Me do.