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.
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.
We were out of milk this morning so the kids had water instead and Sam asks us how come we always have water. So we have a little discussion about there being pipes connected to the house that bring us water. Hazel: How come they don’t have milk in them? …