The Squeaker was crying and I was explaining to the Little Man that he was just tired and needed a nap. I then asked him if he was tired. Here is his response, word for word (without his cute little voice, of course):
I'm not tired, I'm a big boy. I don't have time to be tired... soooo, what should we do, Mom?
How cute is he!?
1 comment:
Boy the world has changed. Just love seeing the movies etc on line from you and Mrs H. When I was that age it was a Kodak Brownie and a quick shot in the back yard that someone kept hidden like a gem only to be shown at large family events. In Black and White only.
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