Jack Henry’s such a smooth talker already at 3 – waaay ahead of his brothers despite their age difference.
For instance: this morning, as I was loading him into the van to take the boys to school, he said to me, out of nowhere, “You’re pretty.” His brothers busted up laughing, almost embarrassed-like, but I kissed him and said thank you. And told the older two that they could learn something from their little brother.
It’s worthy of noting that I’m not looking my best today, but my little guy doesn’t see that. 🙂 It’s a work day around here – you’d not believe the amount of laundry I let pile up, and I purposely don’t get ready on days when I just need to buckle down and work, so I’m not tempted to leave the house and shop or something. So to hear that I’m pretty on a day that I’m really not feelin’ it? Life is good.
Now, I’m going to go give Jack a squeeze and start sorting through Mt. DirtyClothes.