A teenage boy, who was not wearing a helmet, rode his bike past Will while we were walking home from the playground.
Will: (To me, as the boy rode by) MOM! He’s not wearing a helmet!
Will: (To the boy, while he was definitely still within earshot) HEY! YOU’RE NOT BEING SAFE!
There were two donuts left, and I offered the one with chocolate frosting to Hallie (you never know if chocolate has dairy in it, so lucky Hallie always gets the one of anything that has chocolate on or in it) and the blueberry one to Will.
Will: How come I get the blueberry one?
Erin: Because it has your name written all over it.
30 seconds later I realized Will still hadn’t taken a bite and was turning the donut around and around in his hands.
Erin: What are you doing? Don’t you want to eat your donut?
Will: Not yet – I want to find my name first!
You Get What You Get
Will: Will I ever have a daughter?
Erin: I hope so – daughters are pretty fun!
Will: Ok then. Someday when I’m married I’ll have a daughter.
Erin: Did you know that when you decide to have kids you don’t get to choose whether you have daughters or sons?
Will: (Laughing at his cleverness) So… You get what you get and you don’t pitch a fit, right?