Keatonisms

Happy Keatonism Tuesday, friends!
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Keaton, to me: "Are you a good painter?"
Me: "I dunno. Some people think I'm okay, some people probably don't."
K: "Well if they don't like your painting, don't be their friend."

K: "It's too bad we don't have two daddies that were the same guy."
Me: "Yeah, we'd have to clone him. It's like making a copy of him."
K: "Yeah, like clone him. Then we'd have one that could stay at home, and one that could go to work. And then the one at work could switch and he would come home and play and the other one would go to work." (Someone is a fan of his daddy...)

K, to Casey: "Mommy doesn't have a working job. She has a keeping-an-eye job. I mean she keeps an eye on my brothers."

"When you get older you get squiggly hands."

"Special K"

Happy Keatonism Tuesday!
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"When I grow up and get a band, I'm going to call it Mickey Minaj."

I was talking to him about his genetic makeup. Looking back, I probably should've used different terminology, but he's a curious kid and I figure I'll tell him like it is. He said, "Genetic makeup... why is there makeup on our genes?"

Me: "What kind of cereal would you like for breakfast?"
K: "Special K, cuz I'm K and I'm special."

Me: "I'm thinking of making pot roast tonight."
K: "No, I don't like roasted pot."