Sunday, January 31, 2010

The conversation that I just had with Noah. I'm typing this as I'm waiting for him to finish brushing his teeth.

Me: Let's go Noah. It's time to brush your teeth and go to bed.
Noah: But I don't want to. I need to go back where I belong.
Me: And where exactly do you think you belong?
Noah: Haiti. That's where I got borned, don't you know?
Me: But who would take care of you in Haiti?
Noah: You.
Me: But I don't live in Haiti. I live here.
Noah: But you can come too.
Me: But we don't have a place to live in Haiti.
Noah: That's okay. You can come with me. I will invite you.
Me: How 'bout we stay here since we already have a house?
Noah: (completely exasperated) Fine!


Renea Lynch said...

The boy is too funny! :) He sounds just like my 6 yr old. lol