Boy do I pity the fool who gets to be this witty, rambunctious, genius child's kindergarten teacher!
Last night as a Four-Year-Old
Ty waited until the morning of his birthday to tell me he didn't want cake and ice cream for his party. After throwing out all of the ideas I had he settled on rootbeer floats and chocolate chip cookies.
"Mom there is ice cream in my cup, I don't want ice cream, I just want a rootbeer float."
The day after his birthday most of his sentences started with, "Remember when I was little, like, four..."
Ty is my sidekick, comedic relief, and handsome prince. He keeps my ego small and my days busy. I couldn't love him more.