Ryan, Jeff's youngest brother, was over for Sunday dinner yesterday. Brittan was his usual motormouth. Poor kid. When he has a new audience, he tries to get in as much dialoguing as possible. He has no personal space awareness and often is glued to his listener.
He also has no filter.
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Brittan: Dad, how old are you?
Jeff: 39.
Brittan (to Ryan who was sitting next to him on the couch and who he had been making casual conversation with): Oh, your brother's going to die pretty soon, Ryan.
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May you live your life to the fullest in these last remaining days, Honey. Who knew that almost 40 is the new almost 90?
3 comments:
Wow, guess I better get my affairs in order. I turn 40 in a few weeks! haha! Out of the mouth of babes! You gotta love them!
Tell Jeff it's been nice knowin' him. At least we'll have an excuse for a family get-together!
tell brittan he better sleep with one eye open till hese 40
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