I had a conversation with Coby on Saturday and it went something like this...
Me: Coby, go get a baseball belt for your game.
Coby: O.K. mom, where are they?
Me: In the bin with alllll of the baseball equipment.
Coby left and a few minutes later he came back empty handed. We were in a hurry so I was getting a little frustrated that he still didn't have a belt on.
Me: Coby, what are you doing? Go get a stinkin' belt.
I went into the room (where the baseball bin was) and found these all over the floor...
Coby: I need black.
Are you kidding me?
We have a hundred different belts and he needs black...AAAAHHHHHHHHH!
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7 years ago