Grayson is really coming into his own without his sister around three days a week. He is talking a lot and has some pretty funny things to say. He told me a knock, knock joke that he thought was very funny, today. I guess I didn't get it.
He is also asserting his fashion opinions. Who says boys will wear what you tell them to wear? His black rubber boots are the shoe of choice despite very hot summer days. He has worn them to the pool and pretty much everywhere else for the last few weeks. He is also into manly t-shirts. His current favorite is one with a truck jacked up with big mud tires. The shirt says rugged. He loves it. Thankfully, he gets so very dirty that he can not wear it every day. It has to go through the wash. Perhaps the kids will start Lilygray fashion designs one day. Those would be some weird clothes.
He is mostly happy and likes to perform slap-stick humor. We usually think it is pretty funny, too. My favorite moment from the last twenty-four hours was reading We're going on a Bear Hunt last night. It reads "We're going on a bear hunt. We're going to catch a big one."
G chimed in everytime with the next line "We're not scared!" I wish I could keep those wonderful moments forever, but they are moments after all and they pass very quickly. The up shot is there are more around every corner.