It's true, I sometimes use this blog as a commentary/journal about my boys. So here I go again.
I was reading my textbook the other night and Karsten snuggled next to me. "What are you doing mom?"
"I'm reading," I reply as I kept reading.
He lowers his head to stare at my lips. "How are you doing that?" he asks, not hearing me reading aloud (as they do).
"I'm reading in my mind," I reply.
His eyes widen. "You can do that?" he ask incredulously.
"Yup, you can," I say as I chuckle.
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Some of the funniest conversations happen in the van.
"One is the smallest number!" declares Karsten out of nowhere.
"No, zero is the smallest number," Zachary counters.
After a moment, Zachary corrects himself. "Actually, 'blast off' is the smallest number."
"You say, five, four, three, two, one, blast off!"
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