This morning while checking out the box of dinosaur fruit chews, the littlest kid tells me, "You know, dinosaurs are in-stinkt."
(Proud mom...) "That is right, buddy. Very good."
Wow, it actually sunk in when we talked about extinction! Score one for awesome me!
"And what does that mean?"
"It means you have to run from them because they smell bad."
Yeah. We may need to work on that some more.
So, maybe singing will be his forte.
Just heard him playing on the computer, singing songs along with some music on Sprout. He's got the B-I-N-G-O song. (Go, little kid, go!)
Now...Row, Row, Row your boat... And I hear...
"Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary...life is down the drain!"
There's always hope for a football scholarship I suppose.
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Monday, March 22, 2010
Chase-isms
Posted by Trace at 9:59 AM 1 comments
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