Somewhat older boy playing in our street, to Max: When I’m at my Dad’s house, Justin is my best friend, but when I’m here, you are my bestest friend
Max: I am ALWAYS your best friend.
I should point out that Max doesn’t even know the other boy’s name
Can’t believe I missed the opportunity to describe the boys’ before-the-birth behavior the way cjane did:
“I felt The Chief kicking inside of me as if he controlling the gas, brake and clutch pedals to his imaginary in-utereo Porsche.”
You know what, Mama? I would like to take the pipes out of your truck and put some fire pipes and rockets in there!
The other day at the library Max had to go to the bathroom. While Max was going and I was holding Jack Max very seriously said to me that he wanted me to try, one time! Heh.
This morning as we talked about going to Monmon’s house he told me that Monmon lives right next to [...]
