While in Island park I heard this conversation between Emmie and Deacon (the Flake's 3 year old). Deacon had picked Emmie a handful of flowers and handed her one and told her he loved her. She was excited and grateful. Then he handed her another. This one had roots and dirt at the bottom. And this is what was said...
E: Ew! Deacon I don't want this one! This one has poop on it!
D: It's your poop!
Ahhh, kids.
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That's awesome.
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