A couple weeks ago, me, my father, Joy and my niece and nephew headed up to Baltimore to have dinner with my aunt and uncle and cousins who were in town.
Some random things my niece and nephew said on the ride up:
“Mom, you make me want to kill a Mexican child.” — An exasperated Cheyenne to Joy, who would just. not. shut. up.
“Coco, if you do not shut up, I’m going to take out all of your teeth. With a butter knife.” — An exasperated Cheyenne to her brother.
“Try it Cheyenne and I will punch you in the head. With a giant nail.” — Coco’s reply.
There were more I’m forgetting, and I know I laughed over half of them. My niece and nephew rock.