I love having a five-year-old. The things that come out of their mouths can be hilarious, profound, or just plain wacky! My adorable Gavin has shown us recently that he has an innate sense of Rambo-ness, as you can see from the picture. I don't know how a boy can nail the Rambo look without actually ever seeing Rambo.
The other day, I overheard the end of a conversation between him and his daddy. It was pretty quiet until Gavin yells, "Don't you know sarcasm when you hear it?!"
Yesterday, we were sharing some quality one on one time together. We laughed, we played, we cuddled. Then out of nowhere, he looks lovingly at my face...looks at my wrinkles, and says, "mom, you have cracks on your forhead! One, two, three, four! You have four cracks on your forhead!"
Gotta love their honesty...their brutal, brutal honesty.
The other day, I overheard the end of a conversation between him and his daddy. It was pretty quiet until Gavin yells, "Don't you know sarcasm when you hear it?!"
Yesterday, we were sharing some quality one on one time together. We laughed, we played, we cuddled. Then out of nowhere, he looks lovingly at my face...looks at my wrinkles, and says, "mom, you have cracks on your forhead! One, two, three, four! You have four cracks on your forhead!"
Gotta love their honesty...their brutal, brutal honesty.
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