I completely fell off the face of the earth, didn't I? We headed out of town for a few days with Scott's family and now are catching our breath back at home after crazy flooding in our town. Thankfully no water in our basement, but our poor friends across the street...
Anyways. While on vacation, we were driving in our car and Scott was telling me about a couple who own a lakehouse and have a long list of rules posted throughout the house for guests that may stay over. He was going through a couple of the rules in a deprecating tone when Sam's little voice pipes from the back seat,
"Buaw buaw buaw, that ree-dee-quee-us!" ("Blah, blah blah, that's ridiculous!" for those who don't understand him.)
Guess we should be careful what we say, you never know who is listening.
And then again today, we're in the kitchen making our "coffees" together when he decides we need more sugar. Sam runs to the pantry, throws open the door and spys his little baking outfit-a little apron, mitts, and hat. He says, "Oh! I need to wear my stuff!" and puts it on. Sam then turns to me, points up to my apron and says, "You want yours Mom? You want to put on your breastplate?" (I think that one came from the Bible story about David and Goliath, there's a picture in there of little David in King Saul's armour.)
Hope you are staying cool today, we'll be hitting the pool for the majority of the week.