Watching general conference-
Fred: (crayons in hand) What (one) do you want?
Grandpa: green. I'm going to eat it.
Fred: no! It's yucky!
Gpa: how do you know?
Fred: I are one in nursery. It was yucky.
Me: did you make that toast yourself?
Fred: I push it down...I lift it up (Complete with hand motions)! that's how you make toast!!
Me: That's the prophet!
Fred: that's not his name! He's a mouse!.....I'm just kidding......
Fred: (praying on Easter) "thank you for the father,
Thank you for all my stuff.
In the name of Jesus Christ amen."
Fred: (after I put on my Easter skirt) *gasp!* "Mom you're beautiful!!!"
Fred: (brushing my hair in the morning) "I love your crazy hair." (He's just full ofcompliments lately!!)
Fred: (in a cabinet under our bathroom sink he likes to frequent) "mom you wanna get in w me? I'll scoot."
Fred: (after a very loud swing music concert) "it was too loud. But I liked it!"
Fred: "Stop!! I'm pickin' my yellow nose!"
From his dress up drawer...
No joke...him sleeping. This happens often.
On a walk. We got lost. It was hot...get-lost-in-ouelessebougou-at-noon-when-not-a-soul-is-dumb-enough-to-go-outside-but-you're-"new"-to-the-area hot.
Luckily we had water and gps on my phone and we survived.
Standing on my shoulders, knocking down stuff hanging over my bed.
Making friends. He's honestly been playing better with kids, lately!
Gimme that delicious strawberry shortcake.
two-year-olds are the BEST. especially ours. :)
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