So Few More Times to Relish

I've been warned that at one point, kids stop saying funny things...you know...mixing up their words and things.

The time is dawning for Anson.

Not only does he love being correct, he's so stinking smart and articulate that we've had very few of these moments in general as he has been growing up.

As of now, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE when he means to say, "He misunderstood me," he says, "He mis-mistaked me."

LOVE IT.

I can't help but hug him and cherish these times that are slipping by far too quickly.

This may be the last word he gets mixed up and confused.

I wanted to remember it forever.

Such a precious boy.