… and how did he wake up?
“Hi-ho, the derry-o, the farmer in the dell…”
Silly kid. I love him.
First undies and socks!
Daddy, I made a huge fart. It was like a volcano!
Asher
Teaching the boy how to say “crab” went about as expected. School tomorrow will be interesting.
You have no idea what a miracle those socks are.
Sometimes I’ll tap on the boy’s belly and say “Look! You’re a drum!” to which I always get “No! I’m a boy, daddy! I’m a boy!”
Quarry Park Splash Pad!
Mac and Cheese Hipster?
- Asher: You have phony mac and cheese.
- Me: No, I have chili-mac. It has chili in the mac and cheese.
- Asher: I have real mac and cheese. This better. Daddy have phony mac and cheese.
- Me: It's the same thing.
- Asher: No. Not the same thing. Eww. That gross.
Someday I’ll look back on him running around the store saying “I have a penis!” at the top of his lungs and think it’s as funny as he does now.
“It’s PB&J time!” —Ash
So, of course, I had to show him a clip of that. And, of course, now he’s addicted.
