Trevor came crawling into my bed one early morning last week and laid his little head on my pillow. He said "Mom can I plan my birthday party?"
His birthday is coming up and we've been talking about having a pirate party with his friends. Not totally where this is going I say, "sure buddy what do you have in mind?"
Trevor, "Ok, I want REAL gold at my party, not that fake kind with chocolate inside. And I want it to be this big" As he spreads apart his hands as far as they'll go.
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Expensive taste...I like it! And those fake gold candies are poisonous or something, so nice job Trev!
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