My Son, The Storyteller.

Maybe he'll be a writer. Driven to communicate through written word; like me. I'm not sure. But he is comical and thinking and likes to tell big stories. He uses big words and sprinkles in extra words even when they don't make sense. And you just listen with bated breath and wait for the next words. And then you kiss his face. And you want to eat him up. I'm not talking about the Oldest. I'm talking about the Littlest. Here is an example:

"I just saw that bird mom and it was fast and very red. And did you see what he did mom? He was speedy and suddenly he went BAM! and then stopped and turned the corner and said 'choo choooooo' and it was like a train on the track!! Do you know where Spencer is? He's like a racecar bird, no actually, he's just a bird with big feathers and wings, right mom?"

Ok that is a sample and was just the one I remember the most but 'suddenly' and 'actually' get peppered in a lot. And I oh so love when I walk down the stairs and he says "Mom you look beautiful" because he's just three and he recognizes what he thinks is beauty (no snickers please) and can express it at will.

He's something. He loves to talk (hmmm wonder where he got that) and he loves to tell stories (hmmm again I better watch out as he gets wiser to use this to his advantage).

Now the OLDEST, well, he's far too wise. He's going to have 1000% capability to be an attorney one day; and a good one. He's my master manipulator. Um hm. I'm in trouble, arne't I? A story teller and a manipulator (said with love). Go ahead and give me the paddle. I'll start paddling up the creek now. I'll need a good head start. ........ and I'm off......