“Don’t tell the girls you wanna marry them!”
Didn't think I'd be saying that one yet... I guess Michael keeps telling the girls in his class that he wants to marry them. So they tattle, and he gets in trouble. He's always asking me when the next baby is coming, and I keep telling him it's not up to him, and there might not be any more babies. He says when he grows up he's going to have 12 children (I don't know where he'd get that from!), but he loves little babies and kids.