point to the...

last night clint was reading to pratt while i sat in the chair exhausted.

i don't know why, but i'm so tired lately. no, i'm not pregnant. i promise.

i don't know what it is. wait...yes, i do. i need to exercise. but i can't find the time. i mean, it's there...i don't want to find it, i guess. yes, that's it.

anyway. i'm tired. so clint is reading to him. it's one of his favorite books. a picture book. and pratt is sitting in clint's lap. and clint does something that i haven't done. i'm embarrassed to say....

he says, "point to the butterfly, pratt."

and i'm thinking, "omg. no way. no way. how have i missed doing this!?"

and yes. the kid looks at each page...and ever so carefully, reaches down and point at the butterfly.

I FLIP OUT! like jeff lewis, flip out. start clapping and screaming! telling clint he is the smartest kid ever. all those annoying parent things.

here are a few pictures. and yes, he's clapping for himself in the first picture.







he knew deer, butterfly, cat, dog, duck. cow, horse. fish. and maybe some others. i can't remember. i'll have to get it on video. it's so cute!

have wonderful tuesdays! a great night for hot cocoa and a fire!