Antiques are valuable... right?

Gabe was mad at me this morning because I was making him do something terrible... he had to brush his teeth. So, in his anger he yelled, "You're an antique." I couldn't believe what I heard so I said, "What did you say?" He validated my first thought, "I said you're an antique. That means you are a really old thing." I laughed out loud in spite of myself. : )

Boys Will Be Boys

As you may know, I spent my high school years in the band as a majorette. I still have a baton around and the kids enjoy playing with it from time to time. On Sunday night Grace had the baton and then it was Gabriel’s turn. He “twirled” it at first and then used it as a microphone and sang into it for a while.

And then… Gabriel was Gabriel.

Gabe took the baton and put it between his legs so that it stuck out in a way that underlined his boyness. He then said, “Momma, look at my big pickle” while he rocked his hips back and forth. Now, if he were twelve or even eight I might not have had the same reaction but when a four year old does it, it is rotten – but innocent and it made me laugh so hard that I cried.