An incomplete chronicle of the life of Oliver by his aunt. This will probably embarrass him later in life, but I swear, that's not why I'm doing it.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I want to talk to Tim
I went shopping with Oliver and his mommy, and while we were shopping, Oliver said, "I want to talk to Tim."
I asked him, "What do you want to tell Tim?"
"I want to tell him that I want some ice cream."
Tim is probably the most sympathetic person you're ever going to find to tell about a desire for ice cream. When I texted Tim and told him that Oliver wanted ice cream, Tim said, "Tell him I said he should have some."
This made Oliver happy (see below). Or he was already happy. Something like that.
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