I feel like I'm constantly laughing at Dallin lately.
He'll randomly make up a song and belt it.
He'll tell me to come look for him cause he's hiding.
Sometimes, he thinks he is a race car driver and makes revving noises and tire squeaks.
He'll randomly just sing Spanish words over and over, when he knows maybe five.
He has been wanting a dog for awhile now.
Our conversation last night:
Dallin: Let's do it, let's just get a dog.
Me: Um, no we can't right now.
Dallin: Come on, we need one. We just won't tell the people in charge of our apartment.
Me: What if they randomly check in, or someone complains?
Dallin: We'll just get a harness for the dog and dangle it off the balcony when they stop by.
Me: laughs
Can you imagine? Just a dog hanging by it's toes, four floors up?
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