Not Gross Anymore
From the back seat of my car, our two year old said, "Daddy, your car isn't gross anymore." "Not gross?" "Not anymore."
I didn't know it ever was gross.
My first two blogs are about baseball and theology. This blog is about the third category of life... everything else.
From the back seat of my car, our two year old said, "Daddy, your car isn't gross anymore." "Not gross?" "Not anymore."
Our two year old (27 months) to Mrs. Scott, two weeks after moving:
At the store my two oldest had this exchange:
Overhearing our four year old from the back seat:
I was calling our new house from our old one, and there's a phone with built-in answering machine. Our four year old has never had experience with an answering machine. I left a message for the owner and he could hear my voice. He stared at it and answered, "That's weird."
Tonight, while changing our two year old into jammies, he called me the Jammie Monster.
On the way home from our almost eight year old's soccer game tonight, with best friend next door neighbor with us, Mrs. Scott started a verbal math and spelling flash card run. It was a fun way to help the kids out with their learning. What's 8 plus 7? How do you spell "water?"