Apollo: "That's right, little man. Stinky stuff goes in the potty."
Angus: "No more bananas."
Rica: -snickers-
Rica: "I feel the need.. The need for speed."
Apollo: "What are you talking about woman?"
Rica: "Oh nothing. Just dating myself."
Apollo: "How does that work? Do you get mad when you pay without asking?"
Rica: -sigh-
Jules: "You look so much like your maman and her maman."
Angus: "I no girlo!"
Jules: "Zat is not what I said. I mean you 'ave their eyes."
Angus: "No I don't. All I have is this dolly."
Jules: -sigh- "You are so cute."
Angus: "I know."
Christin: "Wow Dakota. You've gotten big since the last time I really saw you."
Dakota: "Ohmm. I died of old age, Aunt Christin."
Christin: "That means.. My Ares is all grown up. Why didn't the fireflies tell me?"
Dakota: "Because they understand it's hard to see your children grow up."
Tama: "Angus, mon petit, it's time to get off the rider."
Angus: "No!"
Tama: "Angus..."
Angus: "Refuse!"
Rica: "He may not be red but he's certainly a Grim."
Artie: "And he got... THE CLAW!"
Rica: "Wow what a big mouth you have grandpa."
Angus: "I want a claw!"
Jules through bear: "And zen zat little girl sat in the small chair and it felt just right. You know what 'appened next?"
Angus: "The bears came home and ate her!"
Jules: "No. Za chair fell apart under 'er."
Angus: "Maybe she shouldn't have been such a pig and ate all the porridge."
Rica: "Grims maybe shouldn't be told fairy tales. They get different views of the events."
Apollo: "Whoo! Yeah!"
Rica: "How could you! It's only 7:40 and there is a cake right over there."
Apollo: "It's my birthday!"
Rica: "Now you need a shower too. The guests are starting to arrive, too." -sigh-
Apollo: "Whoo!"
Rica: "And look at Artie. Just sculpting away not paying any attention. How did you get singed anyway?"
Apollo: "My hair feels long."
Rica: "That's because it is. You should go shower and cut it."
Toddler Cuteness!
Artie: "And this is our grandson, Apollo with his son Angus. He's one step away from being an astronaut and then we just have to wait for his wrinkles to come in."
Christin: "Wow. So much has happened when I wasn't paying attention."
Rica: "Whoo! Nice job!"
Apollo: "Yes! Now on Monday I can take up the sattelite that Gramps has been wanting."
Rica: "Wait. What sattelite?"
Apollo: "Oh nothing."
Angus: "Do it."
Beowulf: "I don't want to."
Angus: "You have to."
Beowulf: "How come you're the smallest and you make the most sense."
Angus: "I'm awesome."
Rica: "hahahahaha"
Artie: "Mwahaha."
Beowulf: "This is not funny. I don't understand."
Rica: "Jules has been working to get them to get the Bigglesworth back to being cats. Apparently, they had some dog left over. What I want to know is how in the world could get they get so mixed up that you had twin girls of two races instead of a boy?"
Artie: -still laughing-
Beowulf: "I can't believe this. I'm going to be so ridiculed in the underworld."
Artie: "Ok it's your turn for naming."
Rica: "Bridget and Bronte."
Artie: "Well then. Welcome Bridget and Bronte. Let's get back to the house and get these puppies.. I mean.. er. Whatever, Let's all go to bed huh?"
Angus: "Yay Cake!"
Apollo: "Read to blow out the candles like I showed you?"
Angus: "Yes!"
Angus: "Ahh where's my hat!"
Rica: "Whee cross-eyes! He's definitely related to his mother. C'mon young man. It's time to find you .. a new hat!"
Angus: "Yes woman. Chop Chop."
He may not be red but when he's running around in his red muscle shirt we sometimes pretend. He definitely has his mother's face I think.
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