Sunday, 7 May 2017

Toughness

We were driving to Declan's Lacrosse game on Saturday when he spotted a pickup truck with some garbage piled in the back. Declan asked "Why does that truck have rubbish in the back?"

"Rubbish."

So now he has a better vocabulary than I do.


Poor guy on Thursday. There was a short period of the morning when it wasn't raining and it was finally dry enough for the Kindergarten kids to play outside. One of his classmates was running along and bumped right into Declan from behind. Knock him right down face first into some large rocks. Red forehead and sliced up his nose. There was some blood but he chose to stay at school and not call for Mommy or Daddy to come get him. He's tough. 


Or I thought he was. Speaking again on that Lacrosse game...he was impressing us with how he was strategizing to get around the kids going after his ball. After a few successful runs they finally knocked it out of his stick. And he cried. Coach had to ask him what was wrong. So he's selective tough.


He full of sweet though. Came home from working late one day this week and noticed a new picture hanging on the fridge. Declan brought it home from school. Told Daddy it was a picture of "Mommy and Declan". ❤️



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