In the car, Carter asks, “Mom, is it okay if you and dad aren’t my favorites?”
Me: “Sure, Carter. We can’t tell you who your favorites are.”
Carter: “Good, ’cause Aunt Meg is my favorite.”
Then last night we were getting ready to go see our cousin in a band concert and I asked Carter what he wanted to wear-
Carter: “I think jeans and a snazzy shirt.”
Kevin: “Okay, why don’t you go back and pick them out.”
Carter: “Well, I’ll need your help, because I don’t know what snazzy is.”
My personal favorite happened after a rather long day of brother tackling antics- Carter and Archie were in the back yard and Carter found a dandilion, and blew off the seeds to make a wish.
“I wish I could have 10 Archies.”