This morning with everyone lying in bed T busts out this one:
T: "Hey, mom. I get a different pet?"
M: "Why?"
T: "Bryley want a pet cat."
M: "Really?!"
T: "Please, mom."
M: "We can't get a cat. We don't like cats. Cats make daddy sneeze."
T: "Oh, Bryley get cold, too."
Oh, the logic. I have probably convinced him that cats make everyone he ever meets sneeze. Sorry, cat lovers!
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