A discussion between Ryan and I as we drove by Texas Tech:
"What is that place Mommy?"
"It's a college."
"What's a college?"
"Well...it's a place you go after High School to learn how to be what you want to be when you grow-up."
"Oh cool. I'm going to go there to learn to be a mountain climber."
"Really? A mountain climber? That would be a neat job."
"Yeah. Or maybe I'll be a doctor. And Dylan can be a doctor with me, and when you and Daddy are old we'll take care of you."
If I had to choose for him between a future career of a mountain climber or a Doctor, I would go with Doctor. But I'll try not to sway him! Maybe I'll just suggest the possibility of a Mountain-Climbing Missionary Doctor...
I'll second that. :-)
This has nothing to do with this blog, but my nutty friend wrote a letter to her laundry and the first thing I thought of was your blog: Dear Laundry,
I'm onto you. I see your pile stacked in the corner. I know you try to make it difficult by demanding different water temperatures. But guess what! I have the power to just wash each and every one of you in cold and hang you up to dry. You'd miss that comfort of the nice warm dryer, wouldn't you? Yeah, and you can say goodbye to the fabric softener.
Don't think I'm not partial to your scheming to overtake me and my entire upstairs kingdom. I know how it is. First you take the corner, then you send troops to cover the floor, then the couch, then my entire room. But oh trust me, I will not hesitate to hand you down to Deborah. You've seen the laundry I've given her. That's right, SHRUNK!! Does she bother to read your washing instructions? Nope. So you better be grateful to me and stop complaining about only getting washed once a week. I have a schedule to keep. Thursday is your day. Don't ask for more and that's final.
(Thought you'd get a kick out of it...)
Those comments from Ryan were too precious!
That letter to the laundry was too funny!
One day Logan asked what he needed to do to become Santa Claus. We told him he needs to go to college. He came up with an elaborate plan of becoming Santa and meeting Mrs. Claus.