From the Mouth of Babes

Young John saw me working in the kitchen the other night and ambled over with his step stool:

J: Help Mommy?

Me: Sure, son.

J: What's this? Mommy's digging.

Me: Yes. It's brown sugar.

J: starts "digging" and dumping sugar into the measuring cup. Grandaddy's sugar?

For Grandaddy, who always asks for "sugars" from John--but not the granulated kind!

At the end of this week, John added a new sentence starter to his conversations--"I need"

On the way home from church: "I need a peanut butter sandwich...and chips!"

Upon waking up from his nap: "I need water. Ice water."

Just before going to bed: "I need to play in the den."

So many needs, so little time!