I wanna be yike daddy.

Yesterday morning, I asked Kyle what he wanted to watch for his morning tv time. He said: "Race Caws! Just yike daddy!"
Moments later, I noticed him trying to do something with his pencil... he was trying to hold it behind his ear. He said "I wanna put it right wherew daddy do. Hind my ea-arw"
Sadly for him, he's got ears (just yike daddy's) and they stick out to far. And for the record, John did have one of those big pencil's from Zach's kindergarten pencil box!

And of course, I set the boys up at the small table in the kitchen for them to eat their strawberry shortcake. John sat on the stool next to them... and wouldn't ya know it... Kyle wanted to sit up there too! (He might have my dimples, but look at the vein in his neck starting to look just yike daddy's!)

Not sure who one that contest...

Yep, my youngest has his sights on growing up. He doesn't want help with anything... and if you try- well, watch out.

Ahhh... another baby has turned into a big boy. Mama no yike dat!