Today at church, Carson was so excited to go to nursery (as usual). He asked me how long after the "snack-ra-ment" it would be before it was time. Paul and I did our best to minimize the snickering.
On the drive home tonight, Carson looked out the car window and announced that the sun had gone down for the night. "It's not Sunday anymoy (anymore), dad. It's sunNIGHT!" So that's how it works. Interesting. All of a sudden, a "Frinight" date with Paul isn't sounding quite so romantic...
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That's one to send in to the "funniest things kids say" book.
i wish it was the snack-ra-ment. would it hurt to hand out a few cookies??
I randomly burst in to laughter throughout the day thinking of the "snack-ra-ment." People thought I was a little looney, but o well.
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