Words to Remember

Memorable moments from the last month:

Little Bro:
- Anything with prominent eyes is an owl to him, and looking at a picture of a puffed-up, spiky blowfish, he didn't hesitate: "Owl ball!" Big Bro and I laughed the rest of the afternoon.
- Little Bro listens intently to anticipate the end of mealtime prayers. Beats everyone by saying "amen" first, VERY loudly! "AAAHH-MAAAAYY!"

Big Bro:
- "Does God make owies?"
- When Daddy came home from work: "Mom! Dad arrived!"
- In response to a firm talking-to by Mommy: "Your eyes look like turtles." (No, I could not keep a straight face.)

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