I wish we had an attic pipe.
I called Caleb at my Mom's house to tell him I was on my way home from work. He asked, Are you on the Gene Snyder? Actually, I am.
Can I have a Popsicle? No. We haven't had dinner yet. Fine! I'll just run away. Ok. (A few minutes later...) I have a good idea. If you give me a Popsicle, I won't run away.
Caleb, quit hitting me! I'm not! I'm hammering you.
You're not a nice Momma. You can't have any Diet Coke at the ball game.
Let your brother lay on you, please. No! Caleb, let him lay on you. Noooo! I'm not a couch.
Creed's friend Mark said to Caleb, "Maybe you could come over and play in our basement?" Caleb responded, Or I could come see your attic and insulation!