Lately, Zak and I have been trying to teach Jakson that it's not appropriate to strip down in the living room or go to the bathroom with the door open. Mr. Literal gets the general idea, but almost every night while getting ready for bed, he runs into the bathroom while Storey is brushing her teeth, yells "PRIVACY!!!!" and pushes her out the door.
Not exactly what we meant.
A couple of weekends ago, a local organization gave tickets to the Astros baseball game to families with children with disabilities. Unfortunately, these children do not have a mother who loves sports. Okay, I don't even LIKE sports. It's very obvious when Storey spends the majority of the games screaming, "Touchdown!"
Jakson loves to check out science books from the library. He's a "facts only" kind of guy. This week as we were driving to the store, I heard him in the back sounding out some pretty big words in his biology book. "Ribosomes, chlorophyll, mitochondria, s..s..sp...sperm. Mom, they swim really fast!"
Didn't realize I need to start censoring his reading material....