posted on: Sunday, August 31, 2014
kiddo: exciting days in winter, like the book parade, go too fast. they should go for longer.
lady: where's papa?
me: at work.
lady: I want him to come home now!
kiddo: why is sunday called sun day when it's not always sunny?
kiddo: sometimes I'm good, and sometimes I'm bad.
me: yes, that's being human.
we were hanging about outside the art gallery when the mister picked the kids up and put them on his shoulders. the kiddo often says he wants to be a dad when he grows up, I think his papa's awesomeness has something to do with this. I just love these people.
fancy sharing some words from your week?