My oldest boy
My Big Hearted guy
My sensitive, quizzical, funny man
He comes up with the craziest questions on the morning ride to school; and as my Mom always tells me “write it in the baby book” – I never seem to. Maybe posting here will be just as good.
Today: When I turned the car blinker on to turn into the school, he tells me “Mom, I used to think those things told you where to go”
Last Year: His class was studying ancestors and family history. He asks me “Mom, do I have any an-brothers? I know I have an-sisters, but you never talk about any an-brothers.”
Just a few gems from my hilarious little dude. I’ll post more when they come back to me.
Here’s what $13 will get ya: (and a walk around the neighborhood)