Today I was picking up my son Spencer from the bus. We had a moment of alone time as his sister and baby brother were sleeping and his older brother was watching TV with a bowl beside him from a day of stomach upset. Spencer was lamenting having to ride the bus home without his brother. I asked him, "Do you always sit with Alex on the bus?"
Spencer responds with, "Yes, except once when I sat with Crista."
"Crista?" I say.
"Yeah, she's a sister." Spoken with total annoyance, like there is nothing worst in the world. "Tony's sister. . . Not Tony the Tiger on the Frosted Flakes box, Tony my friend from school." I am amused, then he says, "Oh look, I have and invitation to a party for Noah. . . Not Noah from the bible with the animals, Noah in my class." Now I am thinking this can be my first blog because I am trying to stifle my laughs.
Then as I am writing this I asked Spencer what Tony's sister's name was and my husband says, "Spencer, you know Tony?"
And Spencer immediately responds with a slight disappointment, "It's not Tony the Tiger Dad, it's just Tony from school."
1 comment:
I love it! I miss your kids horribly (and you too!) Keep writing. I KNOW how funny you guys are, you can't hide it...keep it up. I need to know what y'all are up to.
PS Your family and Jay are always in our prayers. Thank you for your sacrifice.
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