And he breathed into his nostrils the breath of life.
- me: Cody, you should be done cleaning up your legos! dinner is ready.
- Cody: if you saw what Grammy is having me organize to clean up, you would know why I'm not done yet.
- me: I don't feel sorry for you, kiddo.
- Cody: come look! then you'll know.
- me: honey, I grew up with Grammy. (mom cracks up)
- Cody: well, I have to grow up with Grammy AND you!
- (mom and I laugh hysterically)
- mom: touche!