
Nathan is my 6 year old son and Jayden is my 4 year old granddaughter.
I am just journaling about them and the things they say and do.
Jerry is my 49 year old husband - sometimes one of the kids. He had set up Nathans little pitching machine and was pitching plastic baseballs to Nathan - in the living room - which is mostly windows. I gave him 'the look' and asked rhetorically, WHAT are you doing? Jerry's expression was priceless, like a little boy caught in the cookie jar. His reply, "we already hit the window and it didn't break."
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Nathan: It's not fun to play without Jayden but I won't worry about that if you don't want me to.
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Nathan: I want your bedroom.
Me: You can have it after I die
Nathan (hopefully): When will you die?
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Nathan is proud that he can work the remote by himself. He can't read so he looks for his favorites by the first letter. T for Transformers and S for Spiderman.
I walked in the family room to see him sitting on the couch with the remote, all wide eyed. I followed his eyes up to the television. Oh, My God!
He was trying to find XMen. He found the X.
I need to learn how to put the block code in.
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Nathan just had his sixth birthday. He woke up that morning disappointed. I guess he had high expectations for what six means.
Nathan: How come I don't feel like I'm six. I still feel like I'm five but I know I'm six.
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And my favorite
Grandma, I yuv you
Mommy, I lusz you
Grandma, I yuv you
Mommy, I lusz you

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