However, it should be common knowledge by now that Buddy is a naturalist. Now a year and a half later he still hasn't gotten over the nest removal. The other day we were leaving our house and Buddy saw a bird by our front door. "Do you remember that time dad moved the nest from our porch? Why can't you just let life go?" he said, exasperated.
He later confessed that one of his grandma's told him to tell me that. But he can't remember which one.
If only he knew how many ways that simple question applies to my life.
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Independence is a talent/curse that both of my children have been born with and so I try to encourage them to use those skills to handle all sorts of scenarios in their little lives. And most of the time they manage just fine without me intervening.
I was in the shower on Friday when Buddy came tearing in. He is extremely modest, so the fact that he entered the bathroom at all knowing I wasn't dressed meant there was an emergency.
"Sambo is chasing me with obsidian and he's going to throw it at me!!!!!!! I am NOT handling this, so you are going to have to handle it naked."
Maybe this isn't funny to anyone but me. But I still haven't stopped laughing at that one.