Memoirs of a Resaa whole lotta blah blah blah

Resa: “why is he being retarded?”

Bo: “he’s looking out the window at nothing”

Resa: “maybe he sees a bug, or a bird, or a frog, or even a leaf”

Bo: “a leaf? yeah… retarded”

Resa: “imagine if you’ve lived your whole life inside and never got to even touch or play with a leaf, wouldn’t you be curious?”

My son then goes outside and comes back in a minute later.

Resa: “where did you go?”

Bo “I got Kasey a leaf”