Thursday, May 14, 2009


This morning Nathaniel asked Caleb how he was ever going to get a girlfriend.

He asked, "Are you A) going to club her over the head with some hard object?, or B) going to annoy her?, or Z) going to cluck like a chicken?."

To which Caleb replied, "Nathaniel, I don't need a girlfriend. I'm going to marry pizza."

Sensible boy.

1 comment:

Anne Marie said...

Love it! I think he's definitely got the right idea. Taylor did tell me at one point that he didn't imagine himself ever wanting to date. I told him that was fine with me, but one day he might change his mind...I'm not ready for him to grow up. He's turning twelve later this year, and I'm hoping that girls stay "yucchy" for a few more years, like maybe 9 more years, after the "mish".