When the kid started talking, she would answer “Sure” instead of “Yes.” Example:
Kid (screaming): “Emonade, emonade, emonade!”
Me (about to lose my sh*t): “Would you like some lemonade?!”
Kid (very nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t just screaming for it: “Sure.”
She now says “Yes” more than “Sure,” which I know is the way things are supposed to go, but it does make me just a little sad.
My point is, I’m always terrified I will forget those little things.
I’m also worried about forgetting Grunt Labor’s ways of saying I Love You, like “You’re the thin set to my tile.”
(Where does he come up with this stuff?)
And the time Will asked if this was Jesus music on the radio.
I mean, it is Garth Brooks, he’s kind of like the Jesus of country music, people.
And then there was the time Grandma told the kid (at the age of 1), “Its amazing how advanced you are. Its also unfortunate.”
Truer words were never spoken.
So, to keep up with all those sweet (and humorous) memories of our cra-cra lives, I’ve found a few ideas.