Aunt Leslie: Hey, Dylan...I like your new shirt.
Dylan: I got it from Mexico.
Aunt Leslie: How did you get it all the way from Mexico?
Dylan: My girlfriend Jayda brought it back for me.
Aunt Leslie: Who is she?
Dylan: Just one of my girlfriends.
Aunt Leslie: How do you know her?
Dylan: Oh, just from up by Grandpa's house...She lives by him.
*FYI: Dylan knows nobody by the name of Jayda, his shirt came from the Gap...And, well, I guess, being how nothing is made in the USA anymore...the shirt could've come from Mexico!!!!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
...Just a quick story demonstrating Dylan's personality...I wanted to share (I'm getting old and probably won't remember tomorrow!). So last night as Dylan was trying to avoid going to bed (like he always tries to stall) he decided he needed to play beauty shop. I was lying in bed and he began combing through my hair and putting clippies in it; he was concentrating so hard. Anyway, I said, "Dyl, are you making Mom beautiful?" Dylan responded with, "Ya...but it's really hard work and it's going to take me a REALLY long time!"
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