Me and Ty: Why do you want to go to the temple?
Thatcher: Because Jesus is there...and because he's scary
Thatcher: I'm a roly poly ball
James starts to roll all over the floor
Thatcher: Look mom, he's a roly poly ball. James, you're a roly poly ball.
Me trying to get Thatcher's shorts up without unbuttoning them
Thatcher: Mom, I think we should call dad
Thatcher: Mom I have an hurt on my hand. It is a hole like Jesus.
We have so many of these every day. Whether he is helping me cook, clean, write notes or fighting falling asleep in the middle of the day or pretending with his toys, he makes me laugh and is the best little boy.
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