When I rejected his plan to renovate his bedroom into a playroom (he had no thoughts as to where he might sleep) the conversation took an interesting turn.
He said to me, AND. I. QUOTE.:
Grayson: "keep it up and I'll throw my toys through my window"
Me: "excuse me?"
Grayson: "you heard me"
Me: "to your room mister"
Grayson: "you look pretty mommy"
Sure hope he's enjoying sitting in his 'playroom' thinking about how pretty I am.
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