Looked outside to see Noah going down the slide in his metal Tonka dump truck.
Noah- “How many days until I am ten?”
Me- “Roughly 1,910 days.”
Noah- “What?! That’s going to be forever!”
Me- “Why do you want to be ten so bad?”
Noah- “So Daddy can teach me how to drive the car.”
Me- “You have to be older than to ten to drive daddy’s car…Try fifteen.”
Kris- “Twenty six for you Noah.”
Noah- “Nooo! How old is daddy?”
Me- “Thirty Six.”
Noah- “Well, he gets to drive the car.”
Me- “I know buddy, I know..”
I tucked Noah into bed. I stood up and tucked Izzie into her bed. I stooped back down and Noah blankets were off..again.
“Noah, please get comfortable so your blankets will stay on.”
“I just want to move my body all over the place.”
“I know, but its bedtime. Go to sleep.”
“I wish I didn’t ever have to sleep.”
Noah- “A piece broke off my toy.”
Daddy- “Well, let me see if I can fix it.”
Noah- “That’s okay. I’ll just break the rest of it apart.”
He broke the rest of his toy and tossed it in his ‘Toy Story’ inspired pile of broken toys that all have a purpose eventually.