A Way With Words

I will find the time to post about our travels to Texas, but today I must post about Trevor.  Trevor has such a way with words.  He was told to be good and stay in his bed and he would be rewarded, so the next day he kept asking me, "Was I good in bed?"  He continued to do this for a few days afterward and I was not mature enough to giggle every time he asked me.  Today we went outside and played baseball. We took a break and came in for lunch.  After lunch he said, "I wanna go play the field.  When can we play the field?"  And yes I am still too immature not to giggle about it and run to the blog to "brag" about it.  Maybe one day I will grow up, but not today! :)