As I was posting in my poetry blog... Little Man was talking about Big T. (who is on his way to stay over at his parents tonight since he's off to pick up Rhyme Girl for the wkend).
Then Little Man said to me, "Mom, I really wish Daddy could have a sleepover at our house."
I replied, "Honey, your Daddy doesn't live here."
LM: "Well [Big T] doesn't live with Granny and Papa."
me: "He used to."
LM: "Well Daddy used to live with us."
me: "Yes he did, but not here. And I would never have him staying under my roof again."
LM (angrily): "Well, then I guess Daddy can sleep ON TOP OF OUR ROOF!"
me: (laughter)
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