A name is just a name

The other day, I asked Nathan what his name was. “ME!” he replied, thumping his hands on his chest. “But my name is me, too!” I said. “What’s your name, Nathan?” “ME!” he replied with a grin as he slapped his chest again. “ME, ME, ME!”

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The magic of playing

This is the conversation Nathan and I had as I was laying down with him for his nap. Me: “I love you, Nathan.” Nathan: “Why?” Me: “Because you’re my son.” Nathan: “Yaaaaaaaay!” *Claps hands happily* Me: “My sweet boy!” Nathan: “YES!” Me: *kisses his forehead* Nathan: “Pway?” (Play?) Me: “No, Nathan.” Nathan: “Nap!” Me: “Yes. …

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Another laugh…

… this time, from my Scrubbing Bubbles shower cleaner. I guess if it wasn’t written on the label, some crazy nut out there would get the bright idea to skip the shower and instead cleanse themselves with these chemicals, then file a lawsuit because because they “didn’t know” it could harm them.

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