This afternoon Kyle and Owen were pretending that they were setting off fireworks. They would run back and forth from the deck to the middle of the yard where MorFar had set off the fireworks for the 4th of July. They told me over and over that they were "pretending to be MorFar!" They had me standing on the deck and I was repeatedly instructed that I was to "pretend to be the Waters!" This went on and on and on for about 20 minutes. After about the millionth time of this fireworks-pretending-routine, as we were standing on the deck, Kyle said: "Mama, I want to really do the fireworks. Not pretend. Real. I want to be MorFar." I said, "Kyle, when you are a big man, just like MorFar, then you can do fireworks for real. But now you can only pretend." Kyle said, "But I am getting big. I am getting to be a big man just like MorFar." I said, "No, Kyle, you're not old enough yet." He came right back: "But, Mama, how old is MorFar?" I said, "You want to know how old he is? Kyle, MorFar is SIXTY! Sixty years old!" He thought about this for a second, then he said, "Yes, Mama, MorFar is sixty years old. And MorMor is twenty years old."
Friday, July 06, 2007
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3 comments:
Couldn't you just hug him to death? That is the sweetest thing I've heard.
too cute!
Please give Kyle a big hug and kiss from his MorMor who thinks everyone should believe whatever he says!!
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