Simon: Soon I will give you your last hug as a three-year-old.
Me: And then hugs will be done?
Rest assured, those hugs aren't done and he still remembers almost every single morning to give me a monkey hug in which he wraps both his arms and legs tightly around me. I especially love when he gives me one fresh from bed and he is still rosy-cheeked and toasty warm.
Simon: Why can't I go wrap bales with Dad and Matthew?
Dave: Because I can only handle one child around heavy machinery.
Me: Maybe we will go to the park tomorrow.
Mathew: The park?!
Simon: Matthew, she can only handle one child at the park.
Touche.
Simon: Did you have a good sleep?
Me: I did but what would you do if I hadn't?
Simon: I would give you a monkey hug.
Issac singing Amen super low and out of tune at mass and then whispering to me, "I really like the bass part." Except bass rhymes with ass.
Simon: Sneezes. "I think I have a cold. You'd better not come near me!"
Upon entering the Staples store: This is gorgeous! It's so neat and tidy! Imagine if we lived here!
Often heard from Simon at the ned of any trip: Thsi was a busy day. I want to go home. I like peaceful days when I can play at home.
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