So...I am an addict. I swore to Scott last night that I'm convinced Heaven smells like a bag of Conversation Hearts (you know, the Brach's kind that is already gracing the grocery store aisles in anticipation of Valentine's Day). Wyatt and I picked up a bag yesterday. Yes, dear ones, some folks get the small boxes but that's a ridiculously teeny amount for us...so we have the big bag! For dessert after lunch today (don't you have dessert with lunch, too?), we broke out the hearts.
Here's a bit of the conversation that took place with my freckled-faced little country boy...
Wyatt: "Mommy, what's this one say?"
Me: "It says 'Dare Ya'. See, buddy, it starts with a D" (teachable moments even with sugar pills, y'all!)
Wyatt: "Dare Ya? That's funny!"
Me: "It is kinda funny, isn't it?"
Wyatt: "I know, like Dare Ya Go!"
For those of you reading this in weather colder than 40 degreees, substitute a "th" for the "d" in dare & it may make a bit more sense. Yes, friends, we speak our own language in the south!
Praising God for precious moments with my eldest that make me laugh from the soul!