Two guest posts from Bobby, to start-
Shawn: "Granddaddy!"
Me: "Oh yea!"
Shawn: "His face is all brown" Granddaddy had recently taken a tumble on a concrete floor and landed on his face. Literally his entire face is one big bruise. Shawn saw Granddaddy recently and remembered that his face was all bruised.
Me: "That's right. We pray for Granddaddy that his face heals up and that his dialysis goes well. Anybody else?"
Shawn: "Granny"
Me: "We also pray for Granny that she is able to take care of Granddaddy and his dialysis. In Your name we pray, Amen"
Shawn: "Amen"
Shawn got a new toy truck with his meal at Wendy's yesterday. Emily had put it together and added the stickers that it came with. Shawn was playing with this truck in his bed tonight at bedtime while I was in the living room.
Shawn: "Daddy. Daddy?! Get the stickers off"
Emily (quietly to me, mostly joking): "No, I worked so hard to get them on."
Me (after entering the room): "Let me see." ("trying" to get the stickers off) "I can't get them off. Mommy did such a good job that they won't come off."
Shawn: "They are very sticky! They are attached."
Now my turn-
Monday, Shawn was extra silly.
In the car, out of nowhere "Hey Mommy, I like to eat boogers."
At dinner, again, out of nowhere "Hey Dad, sometimes dogs poopy. Sometimes cats poop. Sometimes everybody poops.
Yesterday, Shawn woke up earlier than he should have from his nap. I told him he still had to lay there quietly and rest because it was still my quiet time. He looked me straight in the eyes and very seriously said, "I'm not tired anymore. Mommy. Look into my eyes. They aren't tired anymore. (pointing) Only this one was tired, and now it is not."
Today, we went to the doctors office. As we were leaving the check-out nurse gave us a basket of stickers to look through. I saw one with this cricket on it.
Me: Shawn, this one has a bug on it!
S: No, Mommy. That is a cricket.
Later, while I was driving to the eye doctor, I had an itch on my head. I scratched it. Shawn apparently saw this through his mirror. (He still rear faces. Safety first!)
S: Mommy, you're not holding that wheel correctly.
Me: (putting my hand back on the wheel.) Oh, is this better? You prefer when I use two hands?
S: Yep.

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