Here are some gems from recent days:
Dane likes pitas. Except that Cyndie got a different brand (organic or something) and they weren't perfect circles, and they weren't uniformly beige. Dane was livid, except he was livid with me, because Cyndie had never made a pita for him from the new batch. He finally relented, tasted them, made a face and decided that despite their imperfections, while they were worth complaining about, they weren't worth fighting about. Cyndie got the other brand the next time. When Dane saw them, he said "Yea! Mommy pitas!" To which Cyndie asked, "Well, really what's wrong the the pitas that Daddy makes?" Dane responded, "They're like my worst kind of kryptonite!"
Each night we take turns telling each other something we're thankful for. The other night Tate said the following, "Brownies, and a few stuff that I don't even know about."
Tonight we were at dinner at Cyndie's parents' home. It is Bompa's 71st birthday. The neighbor dog, Roscoe, likes to come over and play with the boys when they visit. As we were leaving, Roscoe made his way over to say good-bye. Dane picked him up and got wet on by Roscoe the puppy. Dane's reaction? "Roscoe saw my and got so excited... he got excitement all on my sock!"
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Classic!
I think I got excitement on my sock, too.
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