A little lighter side....

Well, in my last blog things were pretty deep and heavy- but sometimes a little break is nice. Leave it up to my precious girl to give me that comic relief. I often catch myself calling Tate , "son". For example, if he's doing something hes not supposed to I will say, "Don't do that, son!" as opposed to, "Don't do that Tate!" Well this afternoon Kiley and Tate were rolling a blow-up ball back and forth between each other, and I was sitting on the couch folding some laundry. They would roll it and laugh, and when one of them would miss or roll it too hard the other would correct them- or if it was Tate he would "babble" Kiley. Well, when Kiley rolled the ball to Tate instead of rolling the ball back he picked it up and proceeded to start biting the ball and holding it over his head. Before I knew it, my little Kiley in her "grown up" voice said, "NO Son! You roll it back to me!" Of course, he totally ignored her and kept on about his way and then she said, "Son, you better give it to me or a you'll be in the corner!" Ahem.....do you think shes heard that before? A little Mommy already! Tell him Sassy!