I love listening to my boys talk. They all just crack me up.
But I especially love it when these little bodies start talking like they are little old men.
One evening at dinner, we were talking about how Tommy saw this little girl that he likes at our play group (ask him to say “Charlotte” – it’s adorable). Kevin asked Ricky if he remembered going to play groups when he was little.
Ricky replied that he never went to play dates.
I corrected him and reminded him that we played with my friend’s twin boys almost weekly when he was little.
Ricky became thoughtful for a moment and then his face brightened. He said, “Oh yeah! Those were the good old days…”
He and Billy then reminisced for many minutes about all their favorite adventures with the twins.
Yes, sons, those were the good old days.