Conversation with the boy.
m - You need to stop growing.
b - I can't.
m- You're growing up too fast.
b - I'll still snuggle with you when I'm a grown up.
I think he's going to regret these words later.
m - You need to stop growing.
b - I can't.
m- You're growing up too fast.
b - I'll still snuggle with you when I'm a grown up.
I think he's going to regret these words later.
This is a one of my frequent conversations with the boy as of late:
“Seriously, you need to stop!”
“Stop what?”
“Growing. I want you to stay my baby forever.”
“No, I’m going to grow up to be like Daddy.”
There’s no way I would even try to talk him out of such a sweet goal.
This weekend at dinner the boy says to me, "Mom you're a woman, and you're probably a human."
Not sure where that leaves me, never pictured myself as a Stepford wife.
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We are big fans of Starfall and subscribe to More Starfall. The other day the boy was playing the Who Am I? activity located in the More Starfall member section.
He started to laugh and said, “Look I have spreckles! That’s silly.”
I think he was combining the words sprinkles and freckles together. I think I like his word better.
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We’ve had a lot of storms recently. During one of them there was a loud rumble of thunder and the boy gasped, “It sounds like thundering. It sounds like Jesus is alive.”
My boy just makes me smile.
I’m linking up to: Tiny Talk Tuesday.
While we were in the car the other day, I asked the boy if he liked my hair short or long. (I just chopped it off for the summer.)
His response: “Mommy, you must be cut your hair back long.” Guess he likes it long better. If only it was that easy.
I just love the way he phrases things.
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When we were playing outside the other day, we found an earthworm on our patio. We decided that we should move him to the garden, since earthworms like to live in dirt. Once we put him there, we watched him wiggle and squirm until he disappeared beneath the soil.
While we were saying our prayer before dinner the boy interjected. “And, and, and we have to pray for the worm because he went into his crack home.” Yes, yes we do.
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