Jamie knows EVERYTHING. I’m dead serious. I want to be 5 because apparently they know it all and they won’t shut up about it. We were in the car and Jamie was blathering on about how smart he is and how he knows this and that and this and that… Tom and I were talking in the front seat while he was mumbling about turtles or something. We are having a little party this weekend and we were talking about friends and the difference between women and men and their friendships. Jamie pipes up:
“It’s easy to make friends. Alls you gotta do is walk up to them and tell them your name and then you can go play together. So, anyways, did you know that rolly pollys turn into balls when you touch them….”
We absolutely cracked up… “Alls you gotta do” indeed, son…
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In other news, Cassie is fighting us less about her bath… except tonight she decided she didn’t need a bath (trust me when I say she absolutely DID need a bath)…
Tom: “Yes, you are going to take a bath”
Cassie: “No, I not!”
Tom: “Yes, Cassie, you ARE.”
Cassie: “No, I not, I gonna go hide” (she says this with the devilish little voice)
Tom: “Oh, no you will not, come here”
Cassie: “Okay…”
The way she said though, we totally know she was “giving” us this one… there will be hell to pay tomorrow night I fear.
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We were noticing today that since they spend at least half the day in the yard, they are both getting quite a little tan – Cassie is SO brown… she has Tom’s skin and just toasts really nicely…
Alls ya need ta do…
That is adorable