In line at the drive-thru, two cars behind a very old, diesel truck: *deep sniff* “It smells like… a tram!”
To the server at Urban Flats: “I’ll have a Sprite, and Mommy will have a Diet Coke.”
Me: “Hunter, we gotta get that Boom Boom Pow!” *singing like the Black Eyed Peas, or so I tell myself* Hunter: “Where IS it??”
Patrick: “Here Hunter, you can hold your ticket.” Hunter: “And we’ll put it in the flowers and take a picture.” I have been taking pictures of our tickets amongst the Flower and Garden flowers so I can use it in my Shutterfly books. Unbeknownst to me, Hunter has been paying attention! ……………………………………………………………………………. After leaving Epcot after the fireworks, we were… Read more »
After Patrick left for work, Hunter looked from the door to me and said, “Just Mommy here.” Then he looked back at the door and said, “Just Daddy go work.” Not sure when he learned what “just” means!