Conversations With Georgia

Today we went for a bike ride. It consisted of you two riding your bikes down the hill and then me carrying your bikes back up the hill. It was it a great time (read sarcastically). Anywho, while I was laboring back up the hill we had this conversation:

Georgia: Mommy, we're holding hands.
Mommy: I see. That's very nice.
G: We're holding hands because we're friends.
M: Yeah.
G: I'm Palmer's friend and Palmer is my friend.
M: That's very nice.
G: Palmer, we're friends.
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Georgia: Daddy, look what I can do! (excitedly showing off that you can now flip the bird)
Daddy: (reluctantly) Wow that's great. Go show your mommy.