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We visited my parents at their new home in New Mexico. It was definitely spacious and went beyond the needs of two people. Nonetheless, my darling seven-year-old announced: “Our house is much bigger. When we get home, I’m going to be like, ‘Our house is so nice!'”
Another time she said, “These eggs are delicious, Nagy Mama.” (Hungarian for grandma)
“Why, thank you!”
“Because I like things that are burnt.”
Yes, we’re back from our trip to New Mexico. I’ll post pics of the incredible vistas soon. But first, this story from a friend’s Christmas card. When I asked her permission to use it, she said it’s a story that’s meant to be shared. So here we go.
Her 12 year-old son was in a car accident with two other boys and the driver. The car was hit, flipped over once or twice, and the back passenger seats were completely torn off from the rest of the car. (Yeah. That’s a crazy bad accident.) The driver was not too bad off, but one of the boys was sadly killed and another was life flighted away with serious injuries. Amazingly, after lots of work done, he walked out of the hospital five days later, completely and fully recovered.
My friend’s son woke up in the grass 20 yards away from the crash, even though his seatbelt was still buckled in the car.
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You want me to eat you?
Me: Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better…
Boy (shakes head, smiling):
I asked the girls if someone could grab socks for Joe. Two of them yelled, “I will,” and ran off. They returned with these.
“You couldn’t agree on which socks he should wear, huh?” Read the rest of this entry
Aimee posted this about her son:
L: Mommy, after soccer season ends, can you sign me up for flag football?
Me: Sure boo.
L: And then when I get to be in fifth or sixth grade, can you sign me up for kids tackle football?
Me: Yes, we’ll see.
L: And then when I get grown up, can you sign me up for the NFL?
And Sara about her daughter: Read the rest of this entry