i am not a "big boy".
we are driving down college hills yesterday and pass the putt putt place. jacob calls it the "golf park".
this is our conversation.
jacob: "look momma! the golf park!"
me: "i see it!"
jacob: "i want to go there!"
me: "you have to tell your daddy."
jacob: "i'm going to go there with daddy...only daddy!"
me: "okay, fine."
jacob: "i'm a big boy. i can go by myself. and daddy is a big boy. he can go. me and daddy can go. i'm not going with you, momma. you're not a big boy...only daddy!"
okay then. i'm not a big boy, and i can't go to the golf park.