Mama, if Maggie gets squished, can you grow another one?

While fooling around with the pieces from our “Lord of the Rings” board game this morning, Griffin puts on the One Ring and asks,

“Daddy, what’s this ring for?”
“That’s the One Ring! When you wear it, you can control the whole world!”
“Oh,” says Griffin thoughtfully, removing the ring, “I don’t feel like doing that today.”

<crash and crying coming from Griffin’s room>
“Were you playing on the rocking chair ottoman again?”
“Yes.”
“You hurt yourself more on that than any other thing in your room!”
“Yeah. It’s a killer.”

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Grandpa: So, Griffin, do you think you’d like to come by yourself to Grandma and Grandpa’s house sometime?
Griffin: No, I don’t think so.
Grandpa: Oh? Why not?
Griffin: Well, I need someone to help me cross the street.

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Griffin and Andrew were looking at the photo book I put together on Shutterfly, which we received in the mail today:
Andrew: Griffin! Please don’t wrinkle the pages like that! It’s permanent, that wrecks the pictures, and we want to look at this book for the rest of our lives.
Griffin: Ok, well, when we’re dying, then we can just wrinkle it.

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Showing Griffin what I’ve knit so far of my sweater, he says, “Well, make sure you take the needles out before you wear it!”