How do people get up...?
Tonight, as we were finishing up reading the heart touching story of "The Littlest Angel", Zachary says, "mommy, I have a question." (Here we go- the realization that the littlest angel was a boy; and why was the little boy in heaven, and how do people get there... ooooh how to answer this?)
Zachary continues, "How do people get up into monster trucks?"
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The morning of Cain-ita and Abel
One morning, as we were running late out of the door, a fire truck and ambulance siren could be heard in the distance. Mary Kate has encouraged Z to say a prayer for the people the rescue workers are going to help. So- Zachary stops in his tracks and says, "we've got to pray, daddy!" and proceeds to start a very sweet spontaneous prayer out loud. In the meantime, Rylee takes out at full speed for the alley. It's Monday- the trash truck is coming down the alley. So- I am chasing my demon daughter running into harms way 'round the car while NOT supporting my angel son making me proud of his spontaneous prayer. Lovely.
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Adult stuff
While keeping both kids all weekend, I was explaining to Zachary why I was not going to Play Super Mario Bros (gen 1 recently rescued from SA) because of all the housework. Z replies, "Daddy, you've got to learn me all of this adult stuff because I'm just not going to know it." I'll try...
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Par-tay
As we were shopping for invitations at Target, Z started inviting random people to his birthday party. Two accepted.
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