I’ve got to write these down before I forget…
Mom- “Cage stop picking your nose.”
Cage- “I’m not picking my nose, I’m cleaning it with my hands.”
Dad- “Cage what are you doing?!?!”
(As Cage has completely flopped over awkwardly in his car seat)
Cage “I’m dong this!” (And continues to awkwardly flop while looking at us like we’re crazy)
Mom- “so do you want a little sister like Abby?”
Cage – “Yeah, her name is Juk and if she’s a boy she’ll be Leonardo”
(He’s got his dad’s child naming skills)




















