Share and...

After Sunday School, my two-year-old son always gets a coloring paper with the exact words they say together during their class. This week's lesson was "Share and be kind."


His teacher (a friend of ours who also works at our church with my husband) stopped me in the hall outside his classroom and said, "Oh, I taught Ian's class today and he really seemed to get the lesson. It was so great."


"That's awesome, thanks!" I replied.


5 minutes later, I picked up Ian.


"Hey Ian, what did you learn today at church?" I asked.


"Share and porcupine."




Okay, so he didn't quite get it....

Mr. Potatohead.

I'm so excited that my son is finally talking in full sentences that make sense to other people--and that are funny.


The other day I said, "Hey Ian, what do you think your sister is DOING in my tummy?"


(I'm 32 weeks pregnant, by the way)


"Playin' Mr. Potatohead."




Of course she is, dear.

UFOs.

Oh, my dear.


Ali: Mrs Overman, did you know my mom has seen a UFO before?


Me: Oh really? So what happened?


Ali: Well, she looked up in the sky one night and saw flashing lights. And she'd only had ONE beer!




You can imagine what I was thinking. One beer AND....