G: My getting so big and so strong. My the biggest. My bigger than Mattson.
M: Nuh-uh. I'm five.
G: My think I'm six. My so so big.
K: You're both big and strong and if you eat your food you'll get bigger and stronger.
M: Mom, whose the biggest in your family?
CONVERSATION ON BIGGEST PEOPLE AND HOW "LITTLE" BROTHERS CAN END UP THE BIGGEST. CONVERSATION PROGRESSES TO BIRTH ORDER.
G: My first baby is a yellow baby. My like yellow.
M: I'll have a bum baby
G: My eat your bum
ALMOST ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING...sudden stop
M: What's that smell?
K: I don't smell anything.
M: No, I have super good smell, I think I'm going to throw up. What's that smell?
G: That's my smell. It my bum.
BACK TO HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER
Sunday, July 12, 2009
While Reed was away in Barcelona, suffering through meetings in chateaus and driving through the winding roads of the south of France the boys and I were driving through the completely linear roads of Georgia and South Carolina to Duke. My brother, Thomas, was attending a basketball camp so we enjoying spending the days with Grandma Candi and the nights watching plenty of stupid movies :). Walking around Cameron in between Tommy boy's games, Gray was in heaven. He just kept repeating "basketball, basketball" and running up to all the displays. The ultimate was when he walked into the Duke bookstore, ran up to a shirt and said "It's a basketball shirt, I've gotta have it." Needless to say, Grandma Candi obliged. Oh, don't worry about Matts, he managed to find an army (camo) duke hat. Is there any doubt I live in the house of testosterone?