Danny is just like David. Yesterday when leaving the grocery store, I didn't even have him buckled in his car seat before he said, "Mommy, you need to turn the air on". Then, driving past a closed Pet Store, he said, "Mommy, I need a dog. Today."
Such a bossy pants.
Such a bossy pants.
But then, he melts me all over again when he says, "I need a monster truck size kiss". Coming right up :)
Today he asked if I was going to visit Angela. "No Danny. She's in Heaven. I want to visit Angela someday, but I'd like to stay here with you for now." As sweet as that question is, which this was not the first time, sometimes it scares me...like he knows something I don't.
Michael started day care last week. Mr. Too Cute. He is doing well, which makes us happy. Today, a week later, was the first time he came home in the same outfit I sent him to school in. There is something about this boy that just screams, "BLOW OUT!".
