Landon – “Mom, when I get older I’m going to marry you.”
Me – “Landon, you can’t marry your mom.”
Landon – “But I like you, mom.”
Brushing Sienna’s snarly hair this morning…
Me – “Sienna, what do you have in your hair?”
Landon – “She has snails in her hair, mom.”
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