For lunch, I told him that we could go anywhere except for McDonalds. He chose Culver's. NOt for the custard, but he was craving some chicken and rootbeer. We did some seek-n-finding in his book while we shared our chicken tenders basket. Good food, good company.
Your rhaspy voice.
Your inability to control your volume.
Your love for everything girly your sister does & enjoys.
Your obsession with your blanket that tastes like corn?!
Your pants that are too short.
Your nose that curls up when you smile, just like me.
Oh, Little Dude,
You are my "sonshine" .... !!!
The best part of the day was the random "I Love Yous" from across the table and from the backseat of the Marathon Mommy Minivan. He enjoyed his time as much as I did.