Noah watched in horror as one of his new bathtub crayons that had broken into smaller pieces swirled down the drain and out of his life forever. He looked at me like, "Mom. Do something!" So I gave him the "sorry charlie" face and said, "Well. Now it's gone for good." And as I dried him off, I could tell he was thinking about what could be done to get his broken crayon back.
After thinking for several seconds he finally perked up and said,
"We need to call the city to come and get that out."
4 comments:
What a smart little boy to know that he should call the city!!!
I love your new heading for your blog, it made me laugh!
I HATE those crayons!!! They make such a mess and my little one likes to eat them.
You have such a cute little family...sure wish we lived closer! Loved reading your blog...you are just darling! It's great to connect again!
What a little smartie!! It just amazes me the things that children come up with! Thanks for sharing!
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