Mark cracks me up.
He talks and talks and talks and then talks a little more.
He says the funniest things too...
Mark: Mom you are beautiful, you are the queen. I will be the king and Luke will be the servant.
Luke: No!
Me: I don't think Luke wants to be the servant.
Mark: Okay, then Johnny will be cuz, he can't talk!
Mark: Hey mom, I've been thinking and I know what I want for my birthday.
Me: Oh, yeah, what?
Mark: A crane. Like a big crane. Not a toy crane. A big crane. A big crane that I can work on. Like for real, not a toy one. And a rocket. But one that is made out of a box. And a new hat for my Woody. And super glue it to his head so I can't loose it.
I was sitting at the computer the other day and I heard a cry and yell and then a scream. So I went in the living room where the boys were playing and I said, "what is going on?" To which Mark replied, "Luke was dragging Johnny across the room, so I had to hi-ya-ti-chop him!"
Oh that cowboy. He keeps me on my toes!
But, he can be oh so sweet!
















