H, you have hit the “are we there yet phase of childhood.”

It is kind of hilarious.

While we were in the car talking about cows on the way to Ruidoso – you hit it full stride.

The last 30 minutes of the ride you asked:

“Mom, are we there yet?”

No less than ten times.

We smiled everytime you asked and silently kept count so I could write it down later.

I love your youthful anticipation.

I mean, just wait till we tell you about our coming Disney World trip.

You won’t know what to do with yourself.

I love you.

-Dad

H, your breath smells like fresh roses in the springtime.

Mine, on the other hand, apparently does not.

See, we were getting ready for bed last night and I turned and said something to you.

You contorted your face in disgust and without hesitation said:

“Aghh. Your breath smells like fart.”

Now I know that a four-year-old does not need to be running around saying “fart” all the time – when “toot” will do just as good in nearly every situation.

But it was hard to keep a straight face – so hard that we didn’t.

Everyone had a good laugh.

I love you.

-Dad