Bree: (after making an inappropriate bodily noise at the dinner table) "Sorry, I have gasoline."
Me: (watching Mason trying to maneuver something up the leg of his sleeper) "Mason, what's in your pants?"
Mason: "Well, it's my lightsaber, of course!"
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Thanks :) I needed a chuckle!!
I LOVE IT!
Classic!
HA HA HA HA.
Also I can't look at a picture of Mason without IMMEDIATELY thinking of your dad. idk.
Of course! Lol.
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