Baby’s got back
Nevermind that he was a mobster. He was a mobster with HAIR.
“Look, Tyler! This is a picture of your daddy. It was taken when he was just about your age.”
“That’s my daddy?! He has a hat! And he has his hair on under it!”
My own personal weather service
In the midst of today’s tornado watch, I was debating whether we should journey up Talcott Mountain for Tyler’s afternoon program. As the skies were still blue and clear, I decided to look to the dog for any signs of erratic behavior. This is the same dog, mind you, who sleeps on her back with all four paws bicycling the air, chasing squirrels in her sleep. Not the most reliable source, but way more fun than the NWS.
Yup. That sounds about right.
Last week Tyler wrote a book about Eva for “Special Friends Day.” After the last page was printed, this is all we heard:
“Eva, do you want me to read you my book again?” “I’m the author AND the illustrator!” “I can’t come to dinner. I have three more pages!” “Can you leave my light on? I want to read my book all night!”
Come presentation day, when asked to read his book to the class: “No, thanks. I want YOU to read it!”