Dylan: My crib
Zach: Yo. UR house?
Dylan: Yea but no. I mean my actual crib.
Zach: U ain’t up yet?
Dylan: Ruf nite. No sleep.
Dylan: Batteries dying on my teddy. Makes a racket til you change ‘em.
Dylan: You know, the batteries go and the guy beeps and talks gibberish. Doesn’t yours?
Zach: I don’t even have a talking bear. U suck. So listen. U heading to park later?
Dylan: Can’t. Nana’s today.
Zach: Which one?
Dylan: The awesome one who knits me the bitchin’ booties.
Zach: Yea, remember ur Converse ones. Dude. Awesome.
Dylan: Heh, yea those help with the ladies. Picked up a cutie at mommy n me class once.
Zach: I remember her. Chrissy, right. She’s hot. Cept her diaper wasn’t doing her any favors.
Dylan: Like yours are? U always look like your carrying a load. Why do u wear them so low?
Zach: Man its the look.
Dylan: See it isn’t. U look like a fool with a saggy crotch. Makes U crawl stupid.
Zach: I crawl awesome. I won a race once.
Dylan: Oh man. Mom’s on the move. Gotta run. Trying to feed me solids now. I kinda miss milk. Do you?
Zach: U kidding? UR such a baby. I’m chewin’ now. Nom nom carrots!
Dylan: Catch you later. Text you after my second nap. Prob 4 or so, K?
Zach: K. Headin to park. I’ll let you know if Chrissy’s there. Heh.
Dylan: Don’t even
Zach: I think she’ll like my saggy diaper. Might even share my paci with her.
Dylan: Gross. Seriously dude. Hands off.
Zach: Tell ur mom I said yo.
Dylan: Yo to the mom.
Zach: Later dude.
Dylan: Later.Stumble it!