Poetry from a four year old
The other day while driving down the road and admiring the wildflowers that are blooming all over The Woodlands, Harri came up with this little nugget: Roses are red, bluebonnets are blue, and your feet stink too.
Posts Tagged ‘boys’
Fishing with the boys
This is what it’s all about folks, the picture pretty much tells it all. I took the boys fishing today for the first time in a while, and they slayed ‘em. They each caught at least ten bluegills and four small box turtles. Will caught his first largemouth bass, and a nice one at that, [...]
I ate it
I just turned the corner from the kitchen to the dining room, and met up with our three year old son, and he hit me with this: Son: There was a booger in my nose. Me: And…what did you do with it? Son: I ate it. Oh, the brutal honesty that is childhood.
Retro – It’s all about the donuts
Kids are amazing little buggers, especially when they are your amazing little buggers. One of the most amazing things about having kids is that you can actually learn from them. Yeah, imagine that. Something I have learned from our boys is that it really is the little things in life that make it all worth [...]
