H, waking up on the couch: Who put me in the living room?
Me: I did. You woke up crying last night.
H: Why?
Me: You woke up crying, so I brought you in here with mommy.
H: You should have just woke me up in bed. Not bring me in here.
Playing at the park for the first time since March, 2020.
H: Daddy, daddy! A kid said hi to me!
Tonight’s bedtime reading was a disaster.
I tried reading The Giving Tree to the kids for the first time. (And probably the first time I’ve read it since my own childhood.)
I made it about half way before I had to stop and compose myself.
When the old boy cut down the tree trunk, A gasped, “Oh, no!”
Near the end, I had to stop again to take a breath. Out of nowhere and unprompted, H says, “I love you, Daddy.”
H fell down the stairs this evening. After sitting her in my lap and consoling her for a while I said:
Me: H, did it hurt a lot or just a little?
She looks up at me, tears in her eyes, pauses, and says:
H: It hurt a medium.
H, breathlessly: We found a moth in the house but moths can’t go outside right now cause it raining and his wings get wet like a fairy and he won’t fly so we keeping him safe inside the house now…in A’s lunch box.
A: Knock knock.
Me: Who’s there?
A: Peanut butter.
Me: Peanut butter who?
A: I want to be in a sandwich!
A says…
If someone comes up to you with bad breath and green skin, run away. That’s a zombie
Me: H, when did you get so big?
H: It cause I sleep a lot.
A: I wish the germs were gone right now.