Mystery of Life

KK: Your new baby sister is hiding in my tummy.

DK: Please spit her out!

**thoughtful pause**

DK: Well, then I have a baby in my pocket.

Not Playing with Fire

DK: Thank you Jesus for all the matches I don't play with.

Moving on Up

Back in May Desmond moved into his new room. He is using the bunk beds that Peter slept in during the Baltimore years of his childhood. He transitioned really well into his new room and "big boy bed." I'm glad Peter talked me into waiting eight more months; I think the extra age made things a lot easier.

Dexter

Really, Peter is the only Dexter fan in the house....

Obey Your Muver

DK: Mom, I'll drive us to church today.

KK: Oh you can't drive until you're 16 years old. That's a long time away. You're only 2 and a half.

DK: (solemnly) And two year olds must obey their muvers. (mothers)

Brace Yourself

In January Peter tore his ACL saving a small child from a being hit by a car.....or making a totally non-heroic basketball move.

In April he had surgery. If you live in DC and need knee surgery, Dr. Chris Annunziata is your man. Seriously. The Redskins and DC United use him. Not sure why he still works on mere mortals, but he does.

Anyway, a couple of months after the surgery....

DK: Thank you Jesus for my knee that bends.

Anytime Des sees someone on crutches with a leg injury, he makes up a long story about how they hurt their knee playing basketball. :-)

Little Napoleon

DK: Dear Jesus, thank you for technology, passwords, Firefox, pictures and.....balls to play with.

Precious

DK: Dad, you're precious. You let me play with your phone.

Nuggets

DK: We get chicken nuggets at McDonalds AND Chick-fil-A

KK: True. I prefer to eat Chick-fil-A though.

DK: Mooooom, you can't eat Chick-fil-A. It's a restaurant!

Mouth Watering

DK: Mom, a fountain of spit just came out of my mouth.

KK: Yep. That's called drool.

DK: Cool, can I do it again?!

Inside Voices

Desmond is at the stage where he says all kinds of funny stuff that I'll be sharing over the next few weeks.

KK: Would you prefer we read to ourselves, or that I read out loud to you?

DK: Oh Mommy, don't read loud inside. You can read out quiet to me.