Yesterday's conversation in the car:
Peter (holding a fishy pencil sharpener): My name is Pencil.
Grady: Pencil, you belong at the Fishing Derby because fishies belong at the Fishing Derby.
Peter: I hope I don't get caught. I don't want to die.
Grady: Yeah, and then they'd cut your face off.
Later in the car, the boys decided to fight over who got to rub their hands together.
Grady: Mama, Peter won't let me have a turn rubbing my hands together.
Seriously. Peter sat in the car rubbing his hands together, making noise. Grady kept yelling "Pause". And telling Peter that he wanted a turn. Even me saying they could both do it at the same time didn't make a difference. Peter kept doing it to annoy Grady and Grady kept getting upset because it was his turn.
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