My son 3 years old.
Apparently he doesn’t like lemurs. Just for the record I am not perpetuating any lemur stereotypes or discriminations over here. This is a lemur friendly house.
My kids just watched the cartoon Clifford for the first time. Of course, as a mature 35 year old man, all I can think of is who picks up the giant shits this dog must take. That’s got to be one big pooper scooper.
My daughter, 6 years old.
At what point are the Duggers going to run out of J names and be forced to name a kid Judas. No side hugging for Judas!
My 6 (?!) year old daughter.
It scares sometimes to think of what her life will be like when she is older and how she will use technology. She is 6 years old and knows how to use an iPad, cell phone, a computer, pvr, knows the basics is surfing the web and will likely find and read this very blog.
"I don’t want to eat this carrot daddy. It looks weird."
Our summer as illustrated by a 6 year old.
1. Playing in the sprinkler.
2. Daddy’s new car (not a spaceship).
3. Our week at the cottage (is there something dead in the corner?).
4. Playing in the pool.
5. When they found baby bunnies at the park. (Notice the love. Lots of love)
S: “C, mommy said bath now let’s go upstairs marche. ‘Marche’ is walk. Come on. Marche to the toilette”
C: “Sammy are you talking Spanish now?”
S: “No this is French.”
(Conversations between a 6 year old who has recently started French immersion and a 3 year old who apparently knows Spanish?!)
Ah the first week of full day school (grade 1). Aka the truest test of patience you will have as a parent.