Sunday, we are on our way to church. It is a bright and sunny day. The direction we are headed happens to be the direction allowing the sun to directly beam Cole in the face. Blinding.
This is what we heard from the backseat:
Cole: It's bright, Claire. The sun is bright. I need my glasses. (Several more things were said which I can't remember now, but led me to say this...)
Me: Yes, Cole, it is very bright outside. What a beautiful day.
Cole: No, Mommy, I am talking to Claire. Claire, it's bright...
Oops. My bad. I thought surely I should respond to him since Claire is not able to herself quite yet, but apparently not. That boy loves to talk to his sister. Keep it up Cole!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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