We spent last week in Florida with my Grandparents, and I'm going to tell you about that wonderful trip soon. We got home last night, only to wake up to tornado sirens at 4something this morning. It's pretty much a weekly occurrence around here, and one that I'm not fond of.
Typically when the sirens go off, we head to our first floor half bathroom and hunker down in our safe place till the sirens stop or Lisa Patton gives the all clear.
Last weekend Javen obsessed over his Easter basket full of the candy he gathered at the hunt. He HAD to have it in his possession at all times. Unfortunately for the candy fiend, we had to take it away for a while on the account of him stuffing his face. (Stay with me here, the candy and the tornado's actually tie together in this story.)
After a nap one afternoon, he woke up requesting his basket.
Javen: Daddy, I need my candy.
Daddy: You may have some after dinner tonight.
Javen: But where is my candy?
Daddy: Some place safe.
Javen: Is it in the bathroom?
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1 day ago
Haha!! Sweet boy; super cute!
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