weinraub’s words

Daddy: “… then we’re going to take you to the dentist.”
Becca: “Today?”
Daddy: “Not today.”
Becca: “Tomorrow?”
Daddy: “Not tomorrow.”
Becca: “Tomorrow tomorrow?”
Daddy: <smiles>

Love that gal!

Just posting this little factoid because I always seem to need it and always seem to forget it. Sure, a Google search is probably just as easy, but if I know it’s here, then I can probably find it in browser history or with fewer keystrokes.

At an outdoor barbecue dinner last night, Benjamin met and played with a gal a few years older. He reports that he wanted to kiss her, but she left before he had the chance. He’s pining around the house, sad and heartbroken, wondering when he’s going to see her again.

Benjamin is four and a half.

Man, am I in for a ride….

Benjamin just said to me “Look, Daddy. I can spell ‘walk’. W. A. L. K.”

He was reading them off the computer screen, but still so proud.