What to do with Michael

The other day while we were eating lunch, Bailey said, "Michael is kind of rotten."

Me: "Yea, what are we going to do with him?"

Bailey: "I don’t know. Maybe we should sell him."

Me: "Sell him? Do you think anyone would buy him?"

Bailey: "I don’t know; he’s pretty big. Maybe Papaw would buy him. Michael, do you want to go live with Papaw forever?"

Michael: "Esss."

Bailey just laughed and said, "Okay."