Blake wanted to go outside yesterday, so we threw some shoes
on. As we were leaving, Dylan got the
urge to come with us. So, I told him to
get some shoes on so he could come with us.
He already had socks on, so I figured it wouldn't take all that much extra
effort to get Dylan ready to go too. Sure…… Well, after a few minutes of trying
to decide which shoes to wear, I stepped away to get my sunglasses. When I came back, Dylan had one sandal on
over his sock. At this point, I didn't
care and just wanted to leave. I grabbed
the other sandal to help him put it on and he looks down at his sandal and sock
covered foot and looks back up at me. He
gets this thoughtful look on his face and then shakes his head. Apparently he picked up on this fashion faux
pas normally perpetrated by old men, and decided he didn't want any of it. He
says, “No dad. I don’t want to be the
old man with socks.”
Classic--- “No dad. I
don’t want to be the old man with socks.”
You hear that grandpa?
He ended up picking his white shoes (for those that
care).
As Michelle mentioned, this past weekend we decorated some
gingerbread people. We decided people
were easier to work with than houses (as they don’t always like to stay up long
enough to finish decorating them), however, I digress. We finished adding the final touches and
Michelle took a few pictures, but then it was time to eat. Dylan went straight for the candy and
frosting, while everyone else wanted to eat the gingerbread along with its
candy toppings. So, Michelle and I broke
the arms off and started eating. Blake
wanted in too. He asked, “Can someone
break my arm off too?” Dylan then
looked up from his gorging and was interested in what we were doing. He then followed suit and asked, “Can someone
break my arm too?” He then looked at us
and put on his funny ‘wait-a-second’ face.
He then laughed and said, “No, don’t break myself, break hisself” as he
points to his gingerbread man.
