K: I hit with this.
M: No. We don't hit.
K: I hit Lucas with it?
M: Absolutely not.
K: I will.
M: Don't you hit my Lucas.
K: He's my Lucas.
M: No way. He's my Lucas.
...back and forth a couple more times....
K: He's my Lucas. I got him for Christmas.
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We're driving through an empty (that's a good thing) downtown Rogers Saturday late morning and Kale's window is down. For whatever reason he decides to get very excite about flags and starts shouting thinks like;
I see a flag.
There's another flag.
That's a big flag.
I see no more flags.
Where the flags?
What made it funny is that the l sound could not be heard when he said flag! Reminded me of the days of picking Jamey up from the Lou. Him hanging out the window shouting all kinds of crazy things.



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