
"Mom, I love Mars Mission."
He's talking about Legos again. Or still. It's all the same in my girly head. He talks about Legos pretty much all the time.
"I know you do, sweet pea." I agree, "It's pretty cool stuff!"
He gets excited. And even though I've probably heard a variation of this conversation 20 different ways in the last 3 days alone, I lend him my interest. Or try to.
"Yeah, I can't wait until I have the Hypersonic Aircraft and the Eagle Command Center Base," he spills out, "... that's going to be so great!"
Whoa. Mommy alarms start going off in my head... that's not what he asked for in his Christmas list.
"I thought you wanted some other Legos? You didn't ask for those sets."
"Yeah, I know," he confesses.
"They are expensive. So, I'm just going to ask Santa for them...
... that way you and Daddy don't have to spend any money."
Gosh, I love this kid.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
He's "Einstein" for a Reason
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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Einstein,
growing up
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