Wednesday, July 10, 2013

conversations like these happen every 8.3 minutes

Jude to me for the millionth time in the 5 minutes:

MOM? If I was this big *stretching his arms out to the widest they can go* I could lift this whole house, right?

Noah: Only God could lift this house.

Me: Well, there are machines that can lift houses.

Noah: Really, Mom? Aren't machines imaginary?

Me: No. Machines are real.

Noah: Oh.

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