Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A Boy...

...after his mother's heart:

Fritter: What kind of rocket is that?  (Rockets are what he insists on calling cars.  He's four.)
Me: That is a Volkswagon.
Fritter: That's a pretty cool, blue, Bolkswagon, rocket!  (It was really, very pretty.)


...after his father's heart:

Fritter at naptime: When I grow and get bigger, I'm going to be a pilot and fly a fast, green airplane.  Am I bigger yet?


Kate said...

Very Cute! Hope you all are feeling better!


Cmerie said...

Thanks Kate. DH is feeling much better, and the rest of us are trying to get over our colds. The good thing is that it has made us slow down a bit...