

Isaac: "Do we have a dog?"
Mom: "Nope."
Isaac: "Do we have any pets?"
Mom: "Nope."
Isaac: "Do we have lots of boys?"
Mom: "Yep, we have lots of boys at our house."
A couple of weeks ago I was running something over to a neighbor and Isaac wanted to come. I couldn't find his coat, so we put Max's big puffy down coat (picture A Christmas Story) on Isaac. Well, I should've seen this coming (I mentioned he falls a lot, right?) but as he stepped onto a big patch of ice on the neighbors driveway, his feet slipped out from under him and he landed flat on his back. I froze, waiting for his response. I couldn't really see his face from where I was standing and because of the big puffy hood. After a few seconds of silence and stillness I hear, "look at all the stars...and there's the moon!"
Happy Birthday Isaac!