OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES

We went to Pittsburg yesterday to visit family. Baby William, above, didn’t mind me taking pictures of him, so I had fun acting silly trying to get him to smile. I often wonder what babies must be thinking of those of us who carry on one-way conversations with them. “Why are you making such goofy faces at me? “What is your problem?” “What a dork!”

Dr. Maddie Bishop, my 6-year-old personal physician, re-checked my bum toe and said I’d be fine after “one more day of rest and two days of jogging.” She also checked my vitals with some wacky medical instruments that made some equally wacky noises. I think I need to conduct an investigation into her medical background. Stat. I’m beginning to wonder about her credentials.

I’m giving Boomer the prize for Funniest Comment of the Day, however. When I was sitting on the couch with Big Bore, Boomer pointed to him and asked me, “Is he your dad?” I loved it! Three year olds are soooo observant, you know.

“Jeff, Boomer has a question for you.” Jeff moved closer to hear him.

“Are you her dad?” my astute great nephew asked.

Jeff took it all in good stride. “No, I’m her boyfriend.”

In view of the fact that Big Bore is six years younger than I am, I felt quite skippy after Boomer’s sweet little question. And I think it’s great that he is already learning how to ingratiate himself into an older woman’s heart with flattery. Boomer is definitely my kind of guy!

P.S. William isn’t far behind Boomer when it comes to making Aunt Nancy happy. Take another look at what he’s wearing! He’s one Rock-Chalkin’ baby!