This morning I was driving Ammon to school. It was cold, as Utah mornings in November tend to be. He left his jacket at his cousins house last night, so he was wearing his sweatshirt. I was ridiculous enough in my rush out the door to be dressed in just the basics and didn't even have that much to keep me warm. As we drove, Ammon mentioned he was cold. I could certainly relate and quickly said, "I'm so sorry it's cold, Ammon."
His reply: "It's OK Mom, you're not the weatherman."
Apparently I was off the hook and not being held responsible. Seeming to decide that we did need someone to blame, Ammon quickly followed his pardoning statement with an all important question, "Mommy," he asked, "Who is the weatherman?"
Ha ha! Ammon seriously cracks me up!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet son. Your sonS are handsome and your family looks wonderful and happy!
ReplyDeleteI found you through Katy's blog and hope you don't mind my dropping by. I've loved to hear about you through my Mom over the years. I'm glad to see that you look happy. You are as beautiful as I remember... or more!
I love that kid!
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