My Silly Son...
I told Gabe that he needed to eat super fast if he wanted to watch our baking show. He did not. In fact, he ate very, very slowly until the last three bites. G: Mom, I ate my dinner so fast that time went backwards! You didn’t even see it! Now we went back to baking show time! —— G: You’re my mommy and no bad guys are going to get you! If they do, I’ll say “no badguys! That’s my Mommy!” and if it doesn’t work I’m call the police. M: Okay. But no bad guys are going to get me. G: Okay. But if it does, remember to yell “Help!” And I’ll come. —— I came down and Gabe was reading one of the new books. I said "you know, I was actually going to pull those out one at a time so we could read them." He replied with "I did pull them out one at a time. I pulled out the firetruck book and then I put it away and pulled out the pirate book. I didn't have two books in my hand at one time." I can’t argue with that logic. —— G: Mommy I want to go skiing and I want you and Daddy to