The Performer

Last night, I asked The Politician to put his shoes on so we could leave to go to dinner at the home of some friends of ours.

I saw him putting on socks and I said, "If you just want to wear your Crocs, you won't have to worry about socks."

He replied (somewhat impatiently), "Well, I'll need them for my act."

Time For A Touch-Up

Last night, The Politician was commenting that The Wild Child's hair looks black when it's wet in the bathtub.

Then he turned to me and said, "Momma, you hair is actually black too- the part right by your head."

Yup. I do know this. Scheduled for a highlight today. (Who am I kidding- it's not a highlight when more hairs become blonde than not.)

An Email about P

My friend Amanda sent me this email last week:

Today....dropping C at school (ed. note- C is 2).....C stops at the 4 yr old room to see the toys. We see The Politician and he said "Hi Amanda...what's C doing?"

I said "He's looking at your room."

Then P said..."Well this is the 4 yr old room. He's not 4. See here it says right here on the door (comes to the hall and points above the door) '4'....well it says '2', but it really is the 4 yr old room."

Too cute.

Sigh... he's really growing up

Some night when I put The Politician to bed, I like to get under the covers with him and snuggle for a few minutes.

Last night I did just that and after about 90 seconds, he said, "Momma, when are you going to get out of my bed? I'm really tired."

Broke my heart just a little. A preview of what's to come, I'm sure.