Five year olds are like cheese...
they just get better and better with age...or stinkier...or both.
And lately, my third son is coming into his own.
It is a pleasure to watch him stretch his wings,
forming his take on things.
I am enjoying hearing his thoughts on life.
Take for instance yesterday.
We found out Jack is overdue for two shots.
Jack quickly asked,
"Do I have to get the stinging kind like Addie had?"
"Nope, no tetanus," I said.
Jack looked relieved.
Addie piped up, "Jack, my shots hurt really bad.
It felt like they were sticking needles into my arms..."
Jack and I said, "Addie, they WERE sticking needles in your arms."
He looked completely shocked and then squinched up his eyes at us and said,
Jack and I couldn't stop laughing.
Addie joined in...and then proceeded to repeat,
"Say what?" at least 5 more times.
He has learned from his father that if it is funny once
then by all means, keep repeating it.
I could take a dose of sweet Addie funniness all day.
Lucky for me I get to.