He has said so many cute and funny things this year and every time I hear one of them I think I should write that down before I forget. Well, I haven't and I know I have forgotten some good things, but I have remembered some.
Last summer he kept calling rhubarb, rhubark.
Instead of saying I'll be right back, he says I'll be rue back.
He was playing horsey with one of my brooms and would say getmeup not gittey up.
I hope I always remember:
how he told me Santa says Ho Ho Ho (in his deepest voice),
how he told me I looked pretty and had flowers on my funny pants (it was a skirt),
how he sounds saying The Lord's Prayer,
the excitement in his voice when he talks about my house, my beautiful bathroom, my MaMa, my DaDa (this one big guy's my DaDa.
I hope I remember everything, but I know I won't, so I need to write more things down. To jog my memory. For the day he towers over me like his DaDa.