As we were driving today, two fire trucks went past going the opposite direction with their sirens blaring. Anders says, "Mom, TWO fire trucks! Blow on them." I respond, "I don't understand." He explains, "The fire...we blow on it." Currently his only experience with "fire" has been with candles. Can you tell?
Tonight, as we were reading a story called "Wacky Wednesday" we got to a page that had four things that were wacky in a bathroom. One of them is a palm tree in the toilet. Anders says, "That's not right. A tree in the toilet. Pee goes in the toilet, not a tree."
Below is more evidence that Bram is gross:
And this is the face he pulls when I ask him to smile. I love it!