old (2008), Uncategorized

rebel conversation

After Rebel decides to cross the street by himself, while I struggle to get the bags from the day’s shopping expedition out of the car:

M: Next time, wait for me to cross the street.

R: Mom, I’m five years old. I’m really strong. I can move a couch.

M: Has a couch ever tried to run you over?

R: Who would try to run me over? Have you seen how cute I am?