Almost every day on my way to work, I tell the guy riding with me some story about one of my kids. The latest was about Niklaus, my 3 year old.
My wife was running Matthew to karate and left me with Ya-ya and Bocker( Niklaus). The other girls were who-knows-where. Ya-ya was sleeping so I told Bocker to help me clean the garage up. Well he did, until he saw Christmas lights on a neighboring house. Then he proceeded to tell me that we can not have lights on our house because they will break and then the monster will come and he break more stuff but we can put up lights because they are neat but if we do the monster will come but it will be ok.
Confused yet ? I was.
After a day of work there is nothing better that talking to a 3 year old to set your mind straight...or crooked...or something.
