Everyday at bedtime, the boys sit on the respective arms of Ethan's big black leather chair and wait for me to sit down to read them books. One of them will invariably start to chant, "Watch out for the big butt!"
Those of you who have seen my butt will feel the irony...
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One of my greatest fears is that I will, little by little, begin to forget the series of seemingly insignificant events of my boys' early years. Perhaps I fear this because I know that these years are THE most formative. On second thought, it's not so much that I fear forgetting but I fear that there will come a day when I do not know my own children. Perhaps my hope is that if I pay attention now...I will know them better then, and in turn, they will know me.
2 comments:
Oh man... That IS HILARIOUS! Irony INDEED!!! I love them so much!
Irony felt. hehehehe
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