Today's Ryan-ism

This morning, I told Ryan to please go comb his hair. I heard "Ugh!" from the bathroom, and he comes into the kitchen.

Ryan:  "Mommy! I can't stand this house! It doesn't do what I want it to!" 

Me: "What are you talking about?"

Ryan: "If this doesn't quit, I'm moving."

Me: "And just where do you think you're going to be moving to?"

Ryan: "Grandma's."

Hahahaha.

**I still have no idea what he was talking about.**