son: Is God everywhere?
me: yes
son: Is he in Heaven?
me: yes
son: Is he in us?
me: yes
son: Is he in me?
me: yes
son: Does he catch the food when it goes down?
me: ..........yes
Monday, January 29, 2007
Friday, October 20, 2006
Learning to walk
She's learning to walk with her walker. She could do this all day but you have to follow her around and turn her because she only goes in a straight line.
Monday, September 11, 2006
A+ for effort
| son: | My tummy's hot. |
| me: | Your tummy's hot? |
| son: | Yes |
| me: | Do you feel ok? |
| son: | Yes |
| me: | <checks for fever> You don't feel hot. |
| son: | Yeah, but my tummy is hot. I think I need some ice cream to make it cooler. |
Thursday, September 07, 2006
It's starting
Sitting at the table eating supper.
son: Why do I have to eat?
me: So you can get bigger.
son: Then I can drive a car?
...sigh...
son: Why do I have to eat?
me: So you can get bigger.
son: Then I can drive a car?
...sigh...
Thursday, August 24, 2006
You know you're a dad if...
...you get yourself a glass of water and half-way up the stairs you realize you're holding a sippy cup.
Friday, July 28, 2006
To play, or not to play - make up your mind
son: Daddy can you come outside and play fwisbee (frisbee) with me?
me: Yes, just a minute.
<repeat 20x>
We go outside with the frisbees.
son: Wait daddy
<runs off to play with something else>
me: I thought you wanted to play frisbee?
son: Oh, ok
I throw the frisbee at him but he's too busy looking at the other 4 things he wants to play with and just lets the frisbee hit him in the head.
<repeat 4 times>
me: Ok, if you're not going to play frisbee I'm going inside.
son: NOOO!! I wanna play fwisbee <starts crying>
me: Fine, we can play but you have to play too.
son: Ok
I throw the frisbee at him but he runs off to go hang on the tree.
me: Yes, just a minute.
<repeat 20x>
We go outside with the frisbees.
son: Wait daddy
<runs off to play with something else>
me: I thought you wanted to play frisbee?
son: Oh, ok
I throw the frisbee at him but he's too busy looking at the other 4 things he wants to play with and just lets the frisbee hit him in the head.
<repeat 4 times>
me: Ok, if you're not going to play frisbee I'm going inside.
son: NOOO!! I wanna play fwisbee <starts crying>
me: Fine, we can play but you have to play too.
son: Ok
I throw the frisbee at him but he runs off to go hang on the tree.
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