A Love Story

 

So there's a little something I've been doing for a while that I'm going to regret later. The boys believe that our van can hear them and talk to them. I hit the little lock button on the key fob to honk the horn whenever a response is required. Max never fails to hug and kiss the van before getting into it, always says hi and asks it questions. I finally got it on video. :)

 

Little Worm

   Connor is a lover of all things. He has a tender, tender heart. Max found a worm on the patio this morning and ran in to tell Connor about it. They both ran back out to have a look, and soon I hear Connor softly saying, "I love you little worm! I loooooove you little worm!"
   Then he came in to inform me he put the worm back in the grass where he lived.

    When I was his age, I remember playing with worms all the time. But I never really cared about putting them back where they belonged after I was finished giving them heart attacks.

   He's going to be a doctor. Or an extreme environmentalist. But never a good fisherman.