I so wish I had been blogging when D was C’s age. So many of his cute little quips are distant memories. I did recall something the other day, though, and I thought I’d share.
He was probably five years old, and C was two. Out of the blue, he asked me with a seriousness of which only my eldest is capable:
“Mommy? Can you marry sisters?”
“Uhhhh…. why?” I responded.
“When I grow up, I want to marry C,” he said.
“Oh, that’s sweet, honey. Why? Because you love her so much?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied. “And because she’s so pretty.”
And I melted. He’s such a sweet, sensitive Little Guy.
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Oh, I know another one he said that I just loved…remember? The “stinkernoodle” cookies?! Too cute! I guess it was the time I flew from TX to see you, and on the escalator he was on your hip, just smiling and waving his hands around. I think he thought he was dancing. He was so little then! That seems like forever ago!Sher