Stale Library Bread

A few little tidbits...

We are in the process of teaching Sam the Lord's Prayer and recently discovered something precious. Instead of saying "give us this day our daily bread," he says, "give us the stale library bread."

Sam has been doing really great with SOME aspects of potty training. The issue is going #2. He flat out refuses to do it and waits until bedtime when he has a diaper on. Last night, in a very stern and loud voice, he said to me, "MOMMY. I. HATE. POOPING." Ahh, three year olds.

Our little guy is often called "Charlie Barley". That has also led to Peter calling him "The Barls." Tonight, I called him by his actual name, Charles Kenneth. Sam said, "No, Mommy. His name is Charlie Barls."

A while back, we saw a dead mouse on our walking trail. The next day, on the same part of the trail, Sam asked where the mouse was, and I told him it wasn't there anymore. He said, "Maybe he went home for lunch and then will come back and be dead again later."

Our daycare provider, Lisa, has a son in middle school. He read the book The Outsiders, and then wanted to rent the movie with his friends. Lisa told him that she had to talk to the other parents first because there are drugs and alcohol in the movie. Sam overheard this and chimed in with, "My mom and dad drink alcohol. They keep it in the fridge."

Oh...the things kids say...