Tate: Mom, is Indiana a real word?
Me: Yes, Tate. It's one of the states.
Tate: Oh, I know the states. Michigan, Saturn...
Rowan, commenting on Tate's post-bath spiked-up hair: Tate, you have a mosaic in your hair!
Me, while watching Tate concentrate forever on Perler beads: Wow, Tate. You have great concentration. Are you going to be a doctor when you grow up?
Tate: NO!
Tate: NO!
Me: What do you think you'd like to do?
Tate: I want to be a Valentine!
Tate: I want to be a Valentine!
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