We were riding in the truck. Julian was in the middle seat with Daddy's yellow-tinted safety glasses and safari shirt on, securely fastened in his car seat. Sometimes Bobby and I will say little things to one another, usually a random thought here or there and Julian will tune in in confusion. We were just now driving back from the store and I said to Bobby--about the baby--"he's gonna be so cute!"
Julian piped in, "whose gonna be cute"
I responded, "your little brother, just like you!" at that we point we all turned to look out our various windows when Julian piped in a second thought "I'm not cute, I'm cool."
So be it.
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