|Taken by Brian at Warner Lake during my week in Chicago|
A great thing about nine year old boys: you don’t have to understand what they’re talking about to enjoy listening to them.
Sean, with great incredulity, to Nolan (age 3): “What?! You don’t know who Babe Ruth was?!”
Nolan at dinner almost every night, after anyone else has said more than a few sentences: “Now my turn! Onceuponatime…um…” and then continues a tale of good witches and bad witches, pirates and monkeys, and all kinds of things we can’t quite make out. Lots of “they come and they go”---one of his favorite plot turns.
Aidan, at a recent BBQ with friends after a crying baby had been handed to me and fell asleep: “You sure have mama-charms, Mom.”
One of the best compliments I’ve ever received.