Death by spool? Nearly. Sage and I were almost squashed by this giant metal spool rolling down the middle lane of the interstate. I thought it was a drunk speeding along in the pouring rain, but it wasn't, and I guess it's a good thing that the spool was a better driver than a drunk usually is. The big metal rods and things flying off it were still a little unnerving. It might have been an interesting way to exit, however.
In our house we are all scholars of Sagese. "Open da door!" means "Give me a hug!", "Dat's yight!"--"That's right!", "Heyp me mama, heyp me!"--"Pick me up, damn you!", "Oomphada"--"Spongebob", "Da moon anda staaaz." Well, that one's obvious. God, I love it when kids begin to talk alot. My boys each had a different word for instructions when they were younger. Sean's was constructions, and 'Bastian's was destructions. This also gives some indication of their personalities. Skylar just sprang from my brow spouting complete sentences and snide asides. That girl never entertained with either baby talk or a bedwetting problem. She thinks she's like thirty now. At seven she claims to be a much better driver than me, and she may be right. But just like the world will never know the REAL truth about a Tootsie Pop, we're not going to get to the center of that one for about fifty more years.
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