'I am so tired that I can't function.' Alex Bosworth, barely holding back the tears.
'WHERE ARE MY GREEN CONVERSE?!! I CAN'T FIND THEM!' Why don't you just wear another pair? 'MOM, THOSE ARE THE BEST! I DON'T WANT TO WEAR ANOTHER PAIR!' Tori Bosworth, apparently someone took her shoes and hid them on her while she was sleeping - again.
'I hate oatmeal. Why can't I just have peanut butter? Why are you always trying to kill me with breakfast?' Will Bosworth, head on the table, about to be sent back to his room.
'Mom, I love you and know that I'm your favorite.' Owen Bosworth, brilliantly beaming, realizing that he has hit the jackpot for the day.
'Lord Jesus please help my Dad to get done with work earlier. Oh, I guess I should call him Tim. His name is Tim. Well, his name is Tim Bosworth. His full name is Timothy Bosworth. (whispering) Mom, what's his other name? The one that we don't say?' I don't think you need that. 'Lord Jesus, I can't remember his other name and my Mom won't tell me what it is, but can you make Timothy Bosworth get done with work earlier so we can go on a bike ride? Or maybe baseball and I want to go skating but I know the skating time is during the middle of the day....and, and, and...' Just say Amen, Will. God gets it.
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