Fun times at Riverfest

Dalton rides the trolley across the river.

We are at "The Big River Party," and all Dalton wants to do is play on our cell phones. He got to while we waited for a favorite band Trout Fishing in America.

Mini-Boyd

A kid's show just came on that Boyd and I are not particularly crazy about (nothing wrong with it - just annoying). I was saying, "Oh, no! Not . . ." but Dalton cut me off and said "Too late! I've already seen it. Now I get to watch it."

So Dalton just sneezed in the kitchen. He doesn't hold back on his sneezes when he is at home and no one is right around him. It was a gross one. I gave him a tissue and then asked him if he had gotten boogers on my floor (not in the collection of questions I ever pictured myself asking another person). He said no, but took a step into the kitchen and very casually said, "Oh, yeah, I did" after which he proceeded to wipe the floor and the bottom of his foot without further comment.

I'm amazed at his lack of gross-out attitude, but should be used to it by now.

This weekend Dalton was messing with some of my things while I was getting ready in the morning. I asked him to put them down because if they got messed up, I would be really sad.

He thought about it for a minute and asked, "Just sad? Not mad?" Guess he was trying to figure out if it was worth it.

Dalton got up when he heard us get up to watch the bin Laden news last night. He was asking questions about what was going on. Boyd told him that the guy in the picture was the biggest bad guy in the world and that America had finally gotten him.

He looked up at me and asked, "Is he the one who has been causing all the tornados?"