Today I skipped some work to make a gingerbread house with Reed at preschool. From the looks of the gingerbread houses you could tell who's was the only one made with a Dad instead of an organized, decoration-talented Mom. But I'm ok with that!
I frequently have moments with the kids that are so sweet and special that I feel the need to record them. Today I had one.
5 minutes after scolding him for saying the word "stupid" and coughing for the 100th time without covering his mouth:
(driving in the truck, windows down, lots of noise from the wind, and Reed waving his hand through the air out the window)
Me (yelling over the sound of the wind): "I sure love you lots!"
Reed yells back: "Yeah?"
Me: "Yeah!"
Reed: "Yeah."
