I'm sitting out side writing this on my ipad while Wyatt is playing in the sand box.
I like these mornings when I don't have a care in the world normally my mind wanders and I get lost in my imagination but just a moment ago I was interrupted by Wyatt declaring to me...
" mom I'm gonna be on a cooking show when I growed up."
"oh really what will you cook?" I reply
"poop cookies that smell like you."
I laugh and say "what why?"
"Cause I don't love you"
"you don't love me?"
" no no I do love you cause you smell like poo." then he laughs
Well at least he loves me. Right? But just in case I should go inside and take a shower because I really might smell like poo.
