Random conversations with Blake

Blake: "Mom, when I'm big, I'm gonna be in charge like my dad."
Me: "Maybe, but who's really in charge?"
Blake: "You are mom. But dad is sometimes, right? When you're not."
Me: "Right."

(after coloring a picture)
Blake: "This is a picture for my dad. It's for God to look at, but for my dad to have."


Blake: "Mom, I see the moon! It looks like Africa."
Me: "Africa?"
Blake: "Yes, Africa."
Me: "Is that where Marty and Alex live Blake?" (from Madagascar)
Blake: "No Mom, they live in our TV, not Africa."

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