Nolan around mid-December as we pull into Target for at least the 3rd time that week: "Awww, man! Target again?!? Why do moms always take their kids to stores all of the time?"
Me: "Well, buddy, there's a lot of shopping and running around to do this time of year."
Nolan: "When I grow up to be a dad, I'm never going to bring my kids to a whole bunch of stores."
I quietly think to myself, "And that's the reason moms have to go to all of the stores."
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Nolan is sitting up in his chair while I am kneeling down tying his shoes. He puts his hand on the back of my head and rubs my hair. I look up and he has the saddest face and says, "I'm going to miss you when you die."
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Nolan has been blessed/cursed with curly hair. I love it, but in my effort to grow it out, he is becoming a little irritated. He asked me the other day if I would cut his curls off and make his hair look like Daddy's. I said we would soon, but asked if I could flat-iron it first just to see what it looked like. When we came downstairs Landry said, "Nolan! You look just like Justin Bieber!" Nolan starts singing "Baby, baby, baby, ohhhhhhh..." Landry raises her eyebrows and says, "But you sure don't sing like him." :)
