We were driving in the car a couple of weeks ago listening to primary songs, as usual. The song He's Our Bishop came on and Ty comments, "I LOVE our bishop! He's such a good guy!"
Again, we were in the car, and we passed a Big 5 sports store. Ty said, "Look, Mommy--the sports store! That's my favorite! And it's daddy's favorite, too!"
A day or two ago, he came up to me holding his stomach. He said, "I have a tummy egg. Let's make it feel better." It took me just a minute to realize he meant a tummy ache! Ha, ha!
The two of us were playing basketball on his Little Tykes hoop. I shot and scored and yelled, "Whoo Hoo!! Mamacita!" Directly after that, Ty made a basket and yelled, "Whoo Hoo! Ty Guy-cita!"
Recently Ty was pulling on the dining room curtains, which he totally knows is against the rules. Adam loudly told him to stop. Since Adam almost never raises his voice, I think it shocked Ty and hurt his feelings a little. He came into the kitchen where I was washing the dishes, with a huge pout and eyes that looked like they might spill over any second. I asked him, "Did you get in trouble?" To which he replied in a shaky voice, "I sure did."