Tuesday, November 22, 2005

He huffed, and he puffed, and he...

said, "Mo-om! Don't bwow me like the batruff!" I was confused, "Huh? What's a batruff?" Noah rolled his eyes. "You know! The big batruff!" I let my eyes roam around his room searching for understanding. Finally, they landed on a book. The Three Little Pigs. "The big bad wolf?" I felt like a young jedi and Noah was my Yoda. He replied, "Yes! The big batruff. From the story pigs. Don't bwow me, okay?"

1 comment:

  1. Reading about my favorite Noah James always makes me smile. Happy Thanksgiving my favorite Son, my favorite Other Daughter and my favorite Noah.

    Love, Mom [aka Other Mother, aka Grandma]

    ReplyDelete

Linharts love comments!