We left my brother in law's surprise birthday party the other day, and Preston decided he wanted to ride with his cousins, since we were going to their house for a bit anyway. As they were driving past the Ballpark, the conversation went something like this:
P: Tia Rosanne, me and my mom and my dad and me, we're going to go there to see the Strangers play.
R: Really? You're going to see the Strangers play?
P: Yeah, they play like this (swings arms like he's swinging a bat) and me and my mom and my dad and me are going to go watch them.
R: Wow, that sounds like fun. Can I come with you to see the Strangers?
P: (very serious) Do you have GPS?
R: Do I have to have a GPS to go with you?
P: My mom's GPS got stolen out of her car. Do you have one?
R: Yes. Does that mean I can go with you to see the Strangers?
P: (thinking) I guess. Gunnar, [his aunt] Steph's dog, he stole my mom's GPS. He's bad.
[January 18, 2009]
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