Our phones speak "Gavin"

(Gavin asks, "Can I with Dad?" Dad answers, "I'll go with you." Mom is the go-between.)

Makes perfect sense

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Mom: Yes, you guys can go to the storage unit and the library, but stay in pairs.
Nathan: (snicker) What about pineapples?
Mom: I'm allergic to pineapples. So be home before Dale leaves at 9:45.

Totally normal conversation.

Don't block my view!

Goofball Gavin message of the day - when your sister's head blocks your view of the mountains, hold her down in her seat so you can see - for 30 minutes.

Normal?

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Nathan: Mom, you can have this sheet - it doesn't have elastic.
Mom: That's called a flat sheet. Normal people use both flat and fitted sheets on their beds.
Ken: HAHAHAHAHAHA! You said "normal!" HAHAHAHAHA!! NORMAL!!! (Proceeds to almost roll on the floor with laughter.)

Might have a little awareness issue

Gavin provides us with some hilarious moments. A week or two ago he got his clothes all wet, so I changed him, but before I got his shirt on him he took off. I followed him out to the living room carrying his shirt and when I caught up to him I slipped his shirt over his head while he was playing. He put his arms in the sleeves and went on his merry way.

I guess he got cold, because 15 or 20 minutes later he came to me and asked, "I have clothes? More clothes?" Then he looked down at his chest, saw his shirt and said, "THANK YOU!!"

Oh, my oblivious Gavin. You are priceless!