Today, we had to run to Dollar General to get some cough medicine for me. On the way, Emmit was running his mouth (as usual). The conversations we have in the van are usually quite amusing. Today's went something like this:
Emmit: "Where are we going?"
me: "To get me some cough medicine. I need cough medicine for big people, not for little kids."
Emmit: "When I grow up, can I take big people medicine?"
me: "Yes, if you are sick."
Emmit: "Am I big enough to drive Daddy's truck yet?"
me: "No, not quite. You have a few more years before you are ready to drive."
Emmit: "How many?"
me: "Oh, about 12."
Emmit: "Man, I'm growing up too fast."
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