We were driving from CA to UT on Aug. 4th and had stopped at a gas station one of MANY times for the needs of Nathan's little bladder. As he and I walked hand in hand back to the van, he declared:
"Mom, I'm not actually a real scientist."
Me: Oh, really. How's that? (Extremely amused, as he's never made any comments about being any sort of scientist, real or not)
Nathan: I'm a fake scientist. Because fake scientists eat candy.
Yes, love. It all makes sense now. Perfect sense.
I love being a mom. All the hard times are worth it, just for the funny, random comments that come out of their minds and mouths.
(Well, and the precious cuddly or aha moments that come along once in awhile. And lots of other reasons, too, that I just can't think of right now.)
Friday, August 14, 2009
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We used to stop lots for me too...ok so we still do. That's what happens when you have a bladder the size of a walnut ;)
Your boys are so randomly funny - I'm sure there's a lot of laughter at your house.
P.S. Our new blog address is on the family site.
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