I can't find the cord to download picture, so I've been rather lazy. Plus I discovered cookies that you roll into dough and slice and I can't seem to control my self.
Anyway, last night, Raph is putting the kids to bed and I listened to the following conversation:
Makili: Dad, will you lay with me?
Raph: What are you going to give me?
Makili: How about that pillow?
Raph: I don't want any material things.
Makili: What are material things?
Raph: Things you can touch.
Makili: Okay. How about a sharp knife?
Raph: I can touch that.
Makili: How about a really high window in the sky?
Raph: You're going to give me a really high window to the sky?
Makili: How about the moon?
Raph: You can't give me the moon!
Makili: How about the dirt under the dirt.
This seriously went on for half an hour. It was awesome how many things Makili came up with that Raph couldn't touch.
