Yesterday, Alex comes inside with a big grin on his face:
"Momma, I bet you don't know where I just was...
I was in the front yard pulling weeds." *Grin*
"You know, our Susans are falling over?" (Our flowers, the Black Eyed Susans, he calls them our Susans) "I think we need to figure out how to make them stand back up again."
With a proud momma grin, "Ok sweetie, lets go find a stake and see if we can do that."
And this morning he wakes up, makes his usual dash for the bathroom closest to me. (because this is just what he does, I suppose he likes to find me first, then run for the porcelin) Even first thing in the morning he's full of spunk and without fail he tells me something silly in his rough little morning boy voice. His wit never rests.
From the bathroom in the same sleepy voice:
Boy, men sure can pee a lot.
You know, the other morning I peed for like 2 minutes.
I'm sure it was at least a gallon or so.
And then he runs off in his Cars themed underwear to watch some morning cartoons.