This morning the boys and I were playing under a make-shift tent in the playroom. Well, really it was a blanket thrown over our heads with my hand holding it up to keep it from collapsing on the boys. They both thought it was hilarious. In a moment of true euphoria Jackson turns to Holden and says:
"Oh Baby Holden, I love..."
Now of course I thought he was going to bust out with "Oh Baby Holden, I love YOU!" but alas, the final words out of his mouth were...
"...butterflies! Oh, and Firetrucks!"
Ahh, well, at least the bugs and trucks are get'n some love.