Each Sunday this month we will post a video.
Yesterday, I went to my first sleepover party. It was for my neighbor, Patrick. His dad made homemade pizza and we watched Toy Story 3.
Annabel got to stay for the movie, but then went home with mom and dad. She liked holding hands with Patrick.
The next morning, they made this video.
Though she’s scared to death of Santa, she’s got big requests.
The inside of a pumpkin is nasty business. I want nothing to do with it, check it out:
Just like me, Annabel enjoys telling “knock-knock” jokes. Here is the one she keeps telling us over and over again.
Annabel: Knock knock
Me: Who’s there?
Annabel: Boo boo
Me: Boo boo who?
Annabel: Swimming. HA HA HA HA HA HA.
Me: “Hey!”
Mom: “Hay is for horses, aren’t you glad you’re not a cow?”
Me: “Yes, I am glad.”
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Me: “Hey, mom?”
Mom: “Yes?”
Me: “Ssss is for snake – aren’t you glad you’re not a tiger?”
Mom: “Yes, I am glad.”
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“I’m as smooth as concrete. You know that concrete at U-village by the playground that is really flat with no bumps in it – almost like a table? Smooth like that.”
Yesterday I announced that I want to learn to ride my bike without training wheels. My mom is exhausted from running me up and down the sidewalk and I’m a little bit frustrated.
At dinner last night, Dad and I had this conversation.
Daddy: “Now Ben, when I am trying to do something that’s really hard – or when athletes do something like play football or baseball and it’s hard, they close their eyes really tightly and picture themselves in their minds doing it. So, I’m picturing you right now (his eyes were closed) riding your bike down the street with no training wheels. You try!”
So I squeezed my eyes shut and covered them with my hands.
“What are you picturing, Ben?”
“I’m picturing…you…dressed up as Darth Vader for Halloween next year.”
