Last week when I picked the boys up from basketball camp, they were shirtless.
"Were you playing 'shirts and skins?'" I asked.
"No, MOM," came the reply, "we were playin' BASKETBALL."
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This morning while we were playing house.
K: "I figured it out, Mom. Girls love Jesus and boys love Star Wars." P: "Boys can love Jesus. You love Jesus, right, Dad?"
R: "Boys can love 'em both, but girls just love Jesus."
(The funniest thing about this is that we don't have a single Star Wars thing in our house, but it is THE boy game on the playground at our school.)
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Last night as R & I watched fireworks on television because he had been ill and unable to go to a friend's house.
R: "Momb, I think after I bomit one more time I will be ready to go to the party."
(Unfortunately, it was already after 10pm at this point.)
1 comment:
Oh, bless his heart. As far as Star Wars is concerned, my 5 year old is obsessed. That would be from her father, though -- certainly not me. She's decided that she'll have a Star Wars birthday. Her birthday? December 20!
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