Wise Words From My 7 Year Old Brother

My friend Emma and I decided to make this blog because, frankly, Connor says some fantastic things. And just so you all know, he picked out the background and url himself. If you have any questions for him, feel free to ask and I'll have him answer, because he actually can type on his own.

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Connor: I need to take a bath or a shower.

Me: Why?

Connor: Because a fly won't leave me alone.

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He came out dressed like this so, according to him, "the zombies won't eat my brain".

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Emma: And he farted...

Connor: That must be my bad poop... because I pooped before we went to Sonic.

Emma:

Me:

Connor: I got more! It's like a flood in my underwear.

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Connor: It must really stink to be a fly because people try to kill you. Unless you're up high. Then it's cool.

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Connor: Haley, why did you tell us we had to wear pants?