Phil always comes home to warm greetings. Actually he comes home to a house of little boys and a loving wife who all have something they need him to know at the very moment that he enters the house. He can barely open the door without being attacked with shouts of, "Dad look at this!" "Guess what happened today?" etc. etc.
So the other night he and I locked ourselves in the computer room so we could get a minute to discuss some things without interruption. Before too long Micah came pounding on the door and wouldn't leave us alone. Phil finally said, "Go away Micah." In the saddest little voice, on the verge of tears, Micah exclaimed, "But I need help finding a lellow cwayon!!" I stifled my laughter as I told him where to look for one. When we came out of the computer room, Micah was happily coloring at the table with his lellow cwayon. Very cute!!
It's amazing how we all have our own little struggles, which at the moment seem like the only really important thing going on in this world. Most are easily solved and probably seem like nothing to onlookers. My current struggle is my chair being kicked by that same little three year old who would like some lunch (a popsicle.) I'm off to defeat the dragon!
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isn't it sooo true?! too cute.
I know Jeff probably feels that same way when he comes home. I can just picture that little voice saying that on the other side of the door, too sweet.
Lellow...I love it.
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