Sunday, August 20, 2006

Remember when you were 3?

My son turned three and it seems about that age that I kind of can remember some stuff. Nothing really before that so from now on I'll have to be careful what kind of garbage I tell him like the moon is really an eyeball that watches for kids who refuse to potty train how Mickey Mouse is sick in the hospital and if you clean your room he'll get better but if not....(I'm just kidding, maybe).

8 comments:

Angie said...

Fun Party! The ballpark style food was great too. Thanks for letting us join in the fun.

Anonymous said...

What???!!! You mean the moon really isn't an eyeball?? That's what my dad told me, and of course I (eye) passed it on to you my son. The next thing you'll be doing is saying there really isn't a Santa Claws.... be careful!

Pops

Anonymous said...

Was it as hot as Alec makes it look, or did he inherit "sweat genes"..(not to be confused with sweat pants) from his Pappa?

Mom said...

My earliest memory is from when I was three also. My sister Linda told me that Santa was bringing us a baby brother for Christmas. Wrong! Instead we got yet another sister!
Thanks for including me in the birthday festivities.

John Amundson said...

Yes, it was crazy hot but we were in the shade most of the time...I think it was a muggy 102.

K.B. said...

I still can't believe you had a "ballpark" party without $5.75 beer.

Tony said it was okay.

Angie said...

Poor Tony. He didn't know what he was getting himself into with you two sitting in the auditorium. He doesn't have a chance.

K.B. said...

He'd probably feel better after a jello shot or two.