We woke up this morning to find all our patio furniture and planters strewn across our lawn (so wish I had thought to take a picture). And the garden we had been attempting to start from seed (an experiment in expanding the oldest's diet) was scattered across the patio. This last little problem was entirely my fault I had forgotten that I put the pods outside and hope they survive their torturous night. As we were surveying the area we saw this:
After retrieving all of our lawn furniture we got ready for church. After our church service was over, as we were leaving the chapel some friends of ours stopped to talk and our oldest began a detailed description of what we woke up to this morning, including the fate of our neighbors playset. He held court with five adults who were so engaged in the story I thought we would never be able to leave. They kept asking questions and he just kept answering them. When we finally said our good-byes he proceeded out of the chapel talking the entire time to no one in particular and anyone who would listen. He had several adults very amused. This is my precocious child:
He is sometimes too smart for his own good and has little to no fear (he's been that way since the day he was born). He is the most curious child (should have named him George). He says the funniest things and makes some of the most amazing observations and apparently is a fantastic story teller. Maybe he'll be a writer when he grows up.
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