Wow...that would sure be fun to watch on my ride up the escalator. =)

Deep Thoughts

Duncan: When I grow up I'm going to be a dad

Me: Yep.

Duncan: When Jessica grows up she is going to be a mom.

Me: Yep.

Duncan: When you grow up and are a baby, we'll be your parents.

Me: Well, that's not really how it works. I won't ever be a baby again. I'm just going to get older and older until I'm old like Great Grandpa.

Duncan: And then you will die?

Me: Yes. That's what happens when we get old and our bodies stop working.

Duncan: But I will always want my mommy.

Me: *getting teary eyed*

Duncan: And Fin will always want you to feed him.

Me: *holding back giggles*

Duncan Said...

he was begging me to pick him up and carry him to the house and when I refused he sluggishly followed and whined, "I'm running out of

gas!"

He used this one again with Jimmy when he didn't want to walk up the hill. He told Jimmy that his LEGS were running out gas.

At church a few weeks ago we sat on a side bench near the windows. Duncan was playing in the curtains and when I asked him to stop he said impatiently, "I'm just checking the weather, honey." I let him check the weather and he declared it, "beauuuuutiful!"

Tonight we had some friends over. The kids thankfully were keeping themselves entertained in the play room for quite awhile. Eventually someone lost it and we heard screams. Our friend jumped up to tend to it, and said she found Duncan corralling her kid in the corner. We could hear him yelling, "I'll deal with her!"