Mama's got to write down some of the sweet and silly things you say and do because memory WILL fail me.
The other day you were talking about Colly. You started listing off all of your favorite toys of Colly's.
"He gots a elephant. He gots a dinosaur.... Really, he gots EVERYTHING!"
You are REALLY bothered by the bugs of summer nipping at you. It makes you so mad and frustrated.
You asked me the other day, "Why bugs eats peoples?" I told you that they must think we're tasty.
You sighed, knowingly, "Oh... like when Daddy eats my chocolate neck...."
And somehow that resolved it for you
You made the comment the a few months ago that something was "expensive as an elephant". Since then you've asked me if you were "obedient as a dinosaur" (thanks to the "How Does a Dinosaur Say Goodnight" book and our frequent discussions about every detail of every picture).
Another day you snuck up on me and "bwah'd" me to scare me. I pretended to be VERY scared and said, "Wow! You snuck up on me" and you said, "Yeah! I sneaky as a hippopotamus!!"
Not EXACTLY what I was thinking of when I think "stealthy wild creatures", but what do I know...
We have a marble statue replica of the Christus in our home. The other day you told Daddy, "That's Jesus.... I like his head."
One night in your prayers you said, 'Thank you for playing in the dirt with Daddy..."
I love to listen to your prayers. You're also pretty frank about how you're feeling about things. The other night I was getting us ready for bed and said, "Nate, are you going to say your prayers?" and you looked at me and said, 'Umm... no, probably not."
Why do men start young with that attitude to spiritual things??