Ben: "Lets go bbbyyeee-bye"
Me: "Where you wanna go"
Ben: "SPACE"
Me: "We need a space ship for that and I only have my car"
Ben: "uuuuoooooooohhhhh ok"
And Ben will start talking, talking in what sounds like a foreign language, and then at the end you can decipher either... "spaceship" or "rocket".
But this past week, it was paint. Started with crayon coloring. Next night he found our "junk drawer" with the water color paint. And knowing what was coming the next night, the finger paint popped in my head and we let him go to town outside with it. Weed-eed-eater and mowing could be this week's after dinner energy buster, he was pretty attached to both this weekend... if only they were the real-deal to help out daddy :) Good practice though!
Getting pestered by daddy-o |
About to spew milk out of his mouth! |
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