driving home tonight...I hear from the back seat from Aaron:
"THE LIGHT IS YELLOW, SO GO SLOW, OK??"
ok, thank you.
Earlier as I was discussing myspace with Jason's folks, I said "I have 41 friends, how many do you have?" Dad says, "19" so I laugh a little, just playing around.
Then Mom says, "I don't have any friends! I don't even have a space!"
All this is overheard by the kids, but they aren't grasping our meanings...
Aaron: I'll be your friend, Grandma.
Well, isn't that sweet?!
Aaron: Yea, I HAVE to be your friend cuz your my Grandma!