Nate's eyes lit up and his mouth formed an awestruck o. "I pway football with Dad?"
"No," I explained, "you get to watch the football players play."
His eyebrows immediately crinkled into a frown as he informed me, "I not want to watch football. I want to pway with Dad."
"It's not on TV. You have to drive there and sit on the chairs and watch." (Anyone guess the mistake in that sentence? Here it is...)
His face lit up again. "I dwive there?"
"Well, Dad will drive you there."
"I dwive. I'm a good helper. I dwive fast wike this"--he demonstrated with his hands at about 9 and 3--"Wike a wace car."
"Mmmm...I think we'll wait until you're a little older first."
Nate's race car hands dropped in exasperation. "Awwww! Why I have to be a wittle kid?"
4 comments:
oh my gosh! that is the best. he sounds like a mini dallin in training.
How precious! Congrats on the new little one. When are you due?
hahahahaha...thanks for sharing the moment!
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