Before we left the house, I asked him about talking to dad about the creature power suits.
"hey, so you told dad last night about creature power suits"
"yea, Santa is going to bring me some."
"daddy told me you wanted to be a warthog."
"well, I want to turn into a cheetah!"
"oh yea? Why?"
"so I can be faster than my dad."
Today, we had to drive out to Ardmore, pa - about one hour and 15 minutes away. On our journey, we discussed the following:
Passing by the elementary school that we have passed by - oh I don't know - 500 times by now:
Michael, shrieking: "mommy! College!"
Uhhhh - no, that would be the elementary and intermediate school we pass by at least 2-3 times a week.
"mommy! You are going 60 (mph)! You never go 60!"
"does daddy ever go 60?"
"well yeah, one day he did."
I am sure it is more than that.
And do not make fun of me that I do not go 60mph a lot. He just doesn't notice. That's my story and I am sticking to it.
I bet you are wondering why I drove all the way out to Ardmore, pa. Michael had an allergist appointment that confirmed he is still allergic to peanuts, pistachios, pecans, walnuts, and hazelnut (slightly). It did also tell us that he is possibly NOT allergic to almonds, cashews, and Brazilian nuts.
This is fortunate. Apart from Brazilian nuts, almonds and cashews are frequently eaten in this house!
