Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I have a strange kid. A kid that thinks you need to be leaving the house to wear pants. A kid that loves to play with anything resembling a vehicle. A kid that informed me the other day that when he gets big he wants to wear a dress. A kid that sings the alphabet while sitting on the toilet. A kid that will do almost anything for french toast or pancakes. A kid that asked me just a few minutes ago what held up our stairs. I have no idea where he comes up with these things. He's a nut. But he's a stinking cute nut.