Jeff told me about this conversation he and Forrest had while he was running with Forrest in the jogging stroller.
Jeff: Do you like riding in the stroller on runs?
Forrest: Yes I do!
Jeff: Do you ever run with mama?
Forrest: But she goes vewwy slow and she gets tired vewwy quick.
Discussing our long weekend trip to Bear Lake for Bekah’s wedding, during which he spent 110% of his time playing with his cousin and BFF Megan, who is so sweet and adorable and also has the reputation of being just a little bit bossy.
Me: What was your favorite part of the trip?
Forrest: When Megan telled-ed me everything I had to do.
Playing quietly with toys while I read on the couch
Forrest: (suddenly) What da heck?!
Me: (wondering where he picked that phrase up)
Forrest: I don’t know what ‘da heck’ means.
In the bath, after I rinsed Darcy’s hair (all 4 strands of it)
Forrest: (laughing maniacally) WOOK AT DAW-SEE’S HAIR!!!
Me: Yeah? What about it?
Forrest: She wooks wike a MAN!!!
(Pictured here with my sister, Bekah, at her wedding . . . which was now a month ago and I still haven’t posted about it. Let’s call this ‘the building of suspense’ rather than ‘cowardice in the face of typing up a post that will certainly be a mile long.’ Forrest was thrilled with ‘Queen Bekah’ in her ‘fancy queen dwess!’)
While I was sweeping up an Everest-sized mountain of cracker crumbs around the kitchen table.
Forrest: What are you doing?
Me: Because I have 2 messy kids who make my kitchen very dirty.
Forrest: Sowwy Mama, but that’s just what big boys do.
Forrest's prayer before dinner the other night.
Heavenwy Father, thank you for dis day, thank you for dis food, thank you for da smoke alarm that go-ded BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!!! vewwy loud while mama make-ded dinner. Name-a Jesus Chwist, amen.
Forrest: Did you know that when I grow up, I will be a daddy?
Me: Oh yeah?
Forrest: Yes, and I will have 3 babies, and they will be girl babies, and I will squeeze them soooooooooo tight, and they will giggle when I squeeze them, and I will be a vewwy nice daddy.
Me: That’s nice. What will your babies’ names be?
Forrest: (looking at me like I’m a complete idiot) Well I just don’t know that yet Mama.
noticing that Jeff had one of my hairs on his arm
Forrest: Where dat hair come from?
Jeff: It looks like mama’s hair.
Forrest: How did mama’s hair get on your arm?!
Jeff: I guess it fell out of her head.
Forrest: So mama’s hair will all fall out and then she will be bald and then she will turn into a boy?