Things said by my son's at a funeral:
6yo*repeatedly explained the big bang theory to Catholics*
4yo: Dada are you STILL sad?! I'm not going to be
And in his sweetest voice...
4yo: I guess it's time for a new Grandpa
4*wraps hands in my hair* who's going to cuddle me tonight?
Me: Dada
4: *unwraps hand* bye bye hair, hello beard!
Me to hubs: you are never shaving again
To the stranger who honked at me while I was running. Our brief interaction left me with questions:
Was this an attempt at a compliment?
Are you saying you like my pace?
Do you think I'm someone else?
Do you think I should run faster? If yes is it because you are a serial killer?