We’re driving home from preschool and Carter chucks a wrapper at me, but it blows back into his face.
“That,” I pronounce, “Is poetic justice.”
“No, Mom.” Carter patiently explains, “That’s the direction the wind was blowing.”
Kids say the darndest things. Often. In unexpected moments that we don’t want to lose. These are selected highlights from growing up with Carter.
We’re driving home from preschool and Carter chucks a wrapper at me, but it blows back into his face.
“That,” I pronounce, “Is poetic justice.”
“No, Mom.” Carter patiently explains, “That’s the direction the wind was blowing.”