Thursday, July 7, 2011

dear pratt.

dear pratt,

today we were on our way to walmart.  i stopped at the donut place for you to get a donut and a capri sun.  you are so precise in everything you do that when i hand you too many things, you kinda freak out a little.  you're like your dad.  you need a spot for everything.  i'm just the opposite.  it's bad.

anyway.  you took off your headphones (to the dvd player.  cars was on.  big surprise. not.) so that you could grab everything from me.  but when you did, you immediately heard your brother screaming.

before they were even off your head, you mumbled, "that was a mistake" and quickly put them on again.

i actually had to pull over on the side of the road because i was laughing so hard.  you never even cracked a smile.  i looked back at you and this is what i saw...



only when i told you why i was laughing did i see this...


you really are absolutely hysterical.  but you have no idea.  which makes it even better.

i love you little bear.
xoxo, mommy.

2 comments:

Cookie said...

Love it. I just told someone he is oblivious to it all. Someday he will tell him all about and will probably exagerate a little.

Luke and Katie said...

I don't think you realize how hard I laughed at the "that was a mistake" comment...I really think Pratt and Belle should meet, they seem to be cut from the same "too smart for their age" mold....so so so feel for you about max and the crying, I think God is just showing you how strong you are, He didn't give me a crier and I simply think it because I am weak, and I really do think that. I would flip the freak out, like a Jeff Lewis type freak out if my kid cried all the time, like forget about parenting Belle too and just lock me in my room. But if Max could get started on the curing cancer thing sooner rather than later that would be great :)
Katie

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