Joshua was sitting by me while I was holding Luke. Luke made a face and then exploded (pooped). Joshua laughed. "Hey, Mommy, Luke makes the same face as me when my poop is really hard to come out. First, I shut my eyes really tight, and then I pretend to be really mean like this--and then it comes out."
The other day I had my eyes tested to see if I needed glasses (turns out they're moderately bad) and I had my pupils dilated. I had mentioned to Jon Mark that I couldn't see hardly at all because of the drops. I waited several hours before driving to the store with the kids. Joshua remarked, "WOW! You're a much better driver when your eyes are broken. You're not hitting any cars, you're staying on the road, you know when the lights are red. Good job, Mommy!"
"Mommy, when I was three I was bad. But, now I am four and I'm really good."
"Dear Heavenly Father, Please help me get really, really, really, really, really, really, really BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG muscles like this big so that I will be really, really strong. Oh, and thank you for the good things we've got."
There was something else he said to me today, but I am seriously drawing a blank on it at the moment. I guess tune in later.
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