A Dinosaur of a Story

Yesterday was the kind of day with the boys that by 4:30pm when my husband came up from the dungeon for a break from work he found me half dead sprawled out on the love seat with a massive sheeth of Diego stickers thrown over my chest along every single toy taken out of the toy box surrounding the floor around me.

The boys had broken me.

I was so over parenting at that very moment.

And though days sometimes turn sour there always seems to be one moment that is oh so sweet.

Like a small diamond of loveliness peeking through the rough.

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As we sat on the front steps I began to teach Adrian how to print his name in sidewalk chalk.

Finley was doodling beside us quietly.

After the letter D Adrian became restless.

He looked at Finley's drawing and asked him in his high pitched sweet voice that I imagine is what he thinks I sound like when I talk to Fin, "What are you drawing Finley?"

Finley's response sounded a lot like this, "Abibablubababeegabee."

Adrian (in the same high pitched 'motherly' tone), "Oh really?  A dinosaur?  Good job buddy!"

What do you think?  Not bad for a pterodactyl!