Perhaps I have been philosophizing here a bit too much. This one is pretty straight forward. I'd say Z was probably five and a half. It's really odd:
Activate decoder ring: 'We were about to sing. I play the trumpet. We were about to sing our song when Dad came in for a surprise. We couldn't wait. The end.'
We get a lot of these weird stories, action packed, eh? I am still not sure who surprised whom. I guess that's N in front of the mic stand and Z wailin' on the horn. I presume that other dude is me, the plump one.
(I still laugh at these.)
from Marci's '...things you don't expesct to hear from the backseat...'
"I cannot see my elbow."
Dammit, I was thirty before I knew that.
Twelve years ago this journey began. Our twin boys were six and I initially just wrote about the cute stuff they did. In fact, the name of this blog came to be because one day I heard them chanting “ihopeiwinatoaster; ihopeiwinatoaster” over and over in the basement. Time passed, I tried to go a little deeper, say important things. However, those cute boys are at university now and their stories are their own. So, what’s an old blogger to do? Well, I guess that’s what I am trying to find out.
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