While Hayden(a very gregarious 4-year old) was being "made" to clean his room....
Hayden: I don't want to clean up my room.
Taylor (Hayden's dad): You have to.
Hayden: No I don't.
Taylor: Yes you do. Because I'm your father and I said you do.
Hayden: You are NOT my father.
Taylor: Well then please tell me who is so that I can yell at him.
Of course this story is not meant to outshine the following story.
As we are driving home from dinner, Hayden and I had the following conversation. He had decided to "squish" into Reagan's car seat so he could ride home with me. He was convinced that we were police that were engaged in car chase that involved his father (who was in the car in front of us).
Hayden: Peyton, you better catch up, he(Taylor) is getting away.
Me: Hayden, he's going a little over the speed limit and that's not safe. Plus, the roads are wet.
Hayden: Well don't you have lights on top of your car? That means we could arrest him.
Me: Nope, no lights on the top of the car.
Hayden: Darn it. I'm calling the cheif.
(Under his breath, while talking into a pretend radio): Chief, we have to call off the chase because the roads are wet and our officers are in danger. We'll let him get away this time.
Ha. Love them.
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