Dennis the Inventor
Dennis: I want to be an inventor and make a robot.
Me: Hmmmm... I don't know how to make a robot. What do you think?
D: I think I need some googly eyes and metal.
Googly eyes and metal. Who would of thought?
Dennis: I want to be an inventor and make a robot.
Me: Hmmmm... I don't know how to make a robot. What do you think?
D: I think I need some googly eyes and metal.
Googly eyes and metal. Who would of thought?
Xander told me he had 5 babies in his belly. Their names are Blue, Steve, Joe, Lou and Darth Vader.
That's me. Proud Grandma to Darth Vader.
Ei was too rough with Eden and made her cry. I said to him, "Eden is sad when you do that. See how she is crying? She is telling you that she is sad." (thank you, Siblings Without Rivalry, for keeping me from saying "stop it! You are making her cry!). So what does Eli do?
He signs "I love you" to her.
My name is Dennis. I am 7 years old. I live in . I think we should have a coin of Harry Truman. We need one because there is not a Harry Truman coin. He was a good president and he lived in Missouri. On the other side of the coin should be a friendship handshake becuse some people need friendship. Please send a note back when the coin is finished. If you can't do the coin, send a letter saying sorry we cant make the coin.
Your Friend,
Dennis
My son wrote the above letter to President Bush. We're mailing it today. **fingers crossed Bush likes Harry Truman**
Just to give you an idea of what it is like to live with Xander...
As I was getting ready to hop in the shower, Xander informs me that when he becomes a mailman (his life's ambition), he will live in Ho-a-homa (Oklahoma). And when he finishes delivering all the mail in Ho-a-homa, he will return home and be my son again.
Should I break it to him now that once he's out his room is becoming a sewing room?
Next, he shares more wisdom as we were driving to church. We are Mormons so we do not drink coffee. Another one of Xander's life ambitions was to drink coffee. Why? Probably because he knows he isn't supposed to. Anyway, he's off the coffee drinking kick and now thinks coffee is bad. He tells me "Jesus isn't in George of the Jungle." Huh? What in the world is he talking about? "George drinks coffee. He doesn't have Jesus."
Time for the religious tolerance lesson.
And lastly, he has been spending the last 30 minutes packing his suitcase and saying good bye to all of us. He's going to miss all of us. Where is he going? Why, he's going to college. Tomorrow. He hasn't graduated preschool yet, but he's on his way to college. But first he needs me to pack his lunch with TWO juiceboxes. College is hard work.