The kids are frequently telling me they enjoy reading about what they were like when they were littler--here on the blog. And I realized I have drifted from that some. Those things sometimes end up in my journal and sometimes on Facebook, but really the kids themselves can't go back and reminisce either of those places.
So funny kids is back. For the moment. Until I forget again.
A few days ago Jack informed me that he had an owie on his "fronthead." "Forehead," I corrected him, looking at what he was touching.
A few days later, he told me the owie was still there on his "Fivehead."
He kinda got it.