We've had many funny conversations with the boys about how adults stop growing taller and then start to shrink when they get older.
This morning Jay said to me: "When I am really old and start to get smaller, I want to be three."
Me: "You want to be three years old?"
Jay: "Yes, so I can be with Ms Cathy again."
He had looked at the pictures in the previous post about his old preschool and teacher, and, apparently, had been thinking about her. It would be worth a trip to Isle of Palms just to tell her this story.
1 comment:
Aw, that's really sweet! I actually hadn't seen the pictures from your last post. Super YaJ!
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