Musings of An 8 Year Old Boy

Deacon randomly announced at grandma Linda's during dinner on Sunday...."Mom! I forgot to tell you my dream about you last night! I had a dream that you had donkey teeth and that you were trying to bite my shirt and it was REALLY tickling!!"

Hahaha...

I wonder....Did he have this dream because...

A. I tease him sometimes in real life.

B. My mouth really does resemble a donkey.

C. Both

"Mom, I have been thinking a lot lately about the universe, the sky, EVERYTHING....HOW WOULD IT START, AND HOW WOULD IT NOT? I am going to get a notebook and write it down and figure it out. I'm not going to stop and every time I think of something I'm going to add it in my book. I really like to think about it."

(Driving in the car)..."When we are driving really fast and I'm holding this paper why doesn't it fly backwards when I drop it? Forget about the wind....I can't figure out why it doesn't fly backwards..."

I love how he likes to think deep about things already for himself. 
It makes me so proud.

(Deac and I went to the school and played soccer alone together on a winter day before Christmas)
Just look at him...I can't believe how grown up he is getting. I swear it wasn't that long ago that he thought a Cattail weed was a corndog.