He fixed me a pot of coffee tonight. I helped him a little bit (made sure it was decaf). He was so proud of himself for making coffee for me!
"Mommy, what time it is?"
"5:57"
"I like 5:57. It has a five. And another five. And a seven. Those are my favorite numbers!"
{when we go to any store and approach the check out lines}
"Go to number 5! Number 5!! It's my favorite!"
"Number 5 is closed. I can go to number 3 or number 8 or number 15."
"Number 3! It's my favorite!" {apparently he only likes odd numbers}
"Mommy, write Mr. Rick, Mrs. Teresa and our whole family. Write my name. H-A-RR-I-S-O-N" {RR is said as if it's one letter} "Write Annie's name, A-N-N-I-E. Write Li'bet's name. Start with E. Write Kafrin name. Start with K. Write Mommy with an M, not Mommy with G {meaning write Mommy not Gina}. Write Daddy with a D, not with a B {again, Daddy not Brad}. Write Grammie. Write PawPaw."
We were in Sam's last week and as we walked down one of the aisles, he slowed down and his entire countenance fell. "Buddy! What is the matter?" He said, "I'm so very sad that PawPaw died." Aww, Buddy, we are, too. Sweet baby boy.
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