Sometimes when I hear Jeff and Biscuit interacting, I just stand outside the door and listen. They're so funny together. Here are three recent conversations:
Jeff was helping Biscuit eat breakfast. Biscuit had half a piece of toast left and decided that he needed to let his Hot Wheels truck drive over it.
Jeff: Biscuit. That is an off-road truck not an on-toast truck.
Biscuit: Yeah. Truck.
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The three of us were on our way home from day care today, and Jeff noticed that a family's side yard was covered in kudzu.
Jeff: Wow. They have lots of kudzu.
Biscuit: Bless you, Dada.
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Biscuit couldn't reach the cars he wanted, so he came in the living room to find Jeff.
Biscuit: Mone, Dada. Mone. Hope (which means help).
Jeff (after getting the cars down for Biscuit): Say thank you.
Biscuit: You're welcome.
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