Mac Chats

Crawls into my dress.  (muffled) I’m a baby. Kick kick. (Squirms around) kick kick! Hey! Is that your bra? I’m a baby in your pouch. (Busts out of the bottom of my dress) Pop! I’m out!!!  And that, folks, is how babies are born. 

Cormac: Can I marry Olivia? Me: 😳🤔 If she consents.  Cormac: Ok! Two days later Cormac: I told Olivia she’s beautiful.  Me: what did she say? Cormac: Thank you. 

A great time had by all. 

Cormac’s dictation to Santa. With several, “mom, are you getting this?” Interjections. 

Cormac is not-so-patiently waiting for iPad time by barrel rolling onto me on the couch. One of his jump attacks involves him banging his ankle on the coffee table.  “See, mom! That’s why I should be on the iPad”. 💀

That’s a fire squirrel! They breathe fire. Fire squirrels are VERY dangerous.  Me: 😳