Me talking to the hubs on the cell: “So what do you want to eat? Taco Bell, Wendy’s, or trusty old Burger King?”
Drew from the backseat: “I want tusty ol Burger King, Momma.” (Said in a broken toddler English)
Last night during a conversation about Drew being handsome.
“Drew, you’re a handsome boy.”
“I’m not handsome, I’m Darf Bader.”