Sweet Boy#3–“Momma, can I stick my head out the window and dump this on my head?” He points at a full cup of cold water. “I’m hot.”–The crazy thing, I have been a mom of boys for so long that it did not seem like a ridiculous request and so I let him.
Sweet Boy#3–We finish reading out of my brand new authentic copy of The Grim’s Brothers’ Fairy Tales. It is somewhat terrifying. Sweet Boy#3 assures me that he is not scared. Then…”Momma, I want someone to comfort me while I’m going potty.” As I stand outside the door waiting for him to finish, it occurs to me that perhaps the story was a bit scary after all.