Last Sunday Dominyk was sick with the flu and I was holding him on my lap. I was reminiscing about how cute he used to be when he would sit in my lap when he was a baby. I was looking down into his big brown eyes, and he looked up at me and said, "You REALLY need to shave." Talk abour ruining the moment.
Tonight as he was getting ready for bed he lamented, "I just don't have any upper body strength."
And finally, before drifting off to sleep, he said, "My classmate told me we're going to dissect owl poop."
Ah to be a ten year old boy with the weight of the world on my shoulders...
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