Friday, May 1, 2009

The Protector

Yes, my first instinct was "Jackson! No! You're going to smash Owen!" Then Jackson explained that he was making a tent with his legs over Owen, to protect him, from the real threat. Carter. What an inventive, sweet (all be it strange) little boy. Jackson said to me the other day, "Mom, Owen is my favorite brother." What about Carter? "Carter is okay, but Owen is my favorite." Then without missing a second said "When can we have my baby girl mom?" Ummm....
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1 comment:

Jenna said...

hahah... good heart.