No matter what I say, I cannot convince my five-year-old that the name of the restaurant is not “Lickdonald’s.”
“I’m getting really tired of city life,” Jonathan said with a heavy sigh from the back seat of the minivan, where he’d had to endure the rush of the Seattle U-District for all of five minutes while we made our way to the Burke museum. “I miss the wildlife,” he said wistfully. Yep, if there’s one thing we’re known for out here in the vast, open suburbs, it’s the wildlife.
”Everybody loves me. They do.” Micah, displaying all the confidence and security of a happy toddler. I hope he feels the same way when he’s 15.
“How old are you, Paul?”
I must have missed that birthday.
“I need a hug.”–Paul, 3, after seeing what was on his plate for lunch.