Tuesday, November 17

Heard in our house this morning...

"Hurry up, Stockton.  You don't want to be late for school today."

"Yes, I do."



Monday, November 9

Out of the mouths of babes...

Stockton is learning to read and it's been a bit rough for both of us. After a particularly frustrating practice session, he turned to me and growled, "My wife WILL NOT know how to read!"
"Why on earth would you say that?" I asked him.
"So she can't say," he replied, adopting a high-pitched nasally girly voice, "My husband doesn't know how to read!"  

 He then proceeded to stomp out of the room.

After picking myself up off the floor where I collapsed in a fit of laughter, I knelt down to say a little prayer of thanks for funny little people and to petition the reading gods for a some help in this matter.

(More on how it's going later)