Hazel is skipping rope and Sam decides he’d like to show off as well:
“I can do everything except jump.”
He’s going to go far with that kind of confidence.
Sam crawled into bed with us this morning and somehow the conversation turned to who he’s going to marry when he’s older:
Sam: I’m going to marry Jessie! (His older first cousin)
Me: Uh no. You can’t marry your cousin.
Sam: I’m going to marry Hazel! (His sister)
Me: Uh no. You can’t marry your sister.
Sam: I’m going to marry Twig (Our cat)
Me: Nope. Not gonna happen.
Sam: Oh right, I can’t marry Twig. He’s a . . . . boy.
Me laughing uncontrollably: No, that’s not the problem.
Apparently Hazel wants to play soccer this summer. Not because she likes soccer. No, she’d like to be able to run faster . . . so she can catch the boys.
And what will she do if she catches them I wonder?