I always enjoy spending one-on-one time with you.  Here’s a little bit of what you said to me on a recent drive to Congdon’s Donuts:

Papa, who grows this? (the plants around the beach house) – to which I reply, ‘we have someone come to take care of the plants,’ to which you replied “Cause you don’t know how to do it?”

 

why do people call it July Fourth?

 

some people’s driveways have rocks in them… it’s weird

 

“People!  That’s not a sidewalk! (you see people walking in the road) “My Mommy says that”

 

Once it’s cloudy back there, you can’t see the islands (looking out your window toward the ocean)

 

Papa, do you know the nail on your thumb? (to which I replied, “yes”) to which you replied “It Grows!”

 

Why do you love Congdon’s donuts…  cause they’re great?

 

If you cut in line, you’ll get run over by the police (we’re waiting in a VERY long line to place our order at the drive through)

 

Don’t do it anymore, because I don’t like it (you realize I’m writing down what you’re saying)

 

that was long! ( we finally get our donuts)