Apparently our oldest still doesn’t get the concept of time in the terms of years. For the last week I keep hearing Blake tell Paul “Well you both were alive in 1777. You were born and he was alive.” I choke on laughter each time. He looks good for being 234 years old.
Blake also informed me I was born in 1881. Oh lord!
Nathan god bless the child and his speech issues. The lisp doesn’t help his case. In the last week we have heard
“Blake one day I will be older than you and then I can be the boss”
“Daddy is so old he has a white streak on his chin”
“Mommy when you gonna move out so we can have a man house?” I gently reminded him that mommy does the cleaning and cooking. I would be happy to go any time they wanted to pick up where I left off.
“Whats Crackalackin Jack?”
My personal favorite “My legs are broken, I have a headache and I need to just get a foot massage!” All becasue he didn’t want to go to school.