Cute Caedisms

Tonight I was whispering to Caed and he looked at me and said, "Why are you talking little to me?"

This morning Chad mentioned wishing we could go to the beach. Caed overheard him and said, "I want to go at the beach too, not swimming lessons!"

A couple of weeks ago we were driving down the road and Caed was really tired and had dozed off. Braden was asking me some questions from the back of the Jeep. I guess we were talking really loud, because Caed woke up and said very groggily, eyes half closed..."Shut your mouth mommy!" And promptly fell back asleep.

We've been driving to Durham every day for swimming lessons. On highway 85, there are several bridges. Grandma Brown taught the kids to throw their hands up in the air to "hold up the bridge," when she came to visit several years ago, and they still do this. Caed actually demands that everyone in the car hold up all the bridges. Well, this week they added "throw, throw, throw," while wildly pretending to throw things past the bridges. When I asked Braden what they were throwing, he told me, "the road signs, you wouldn't want them to fall off the bridges and crush our car!" Caed of course doesn't quite say his "th" sound, so now he rides down the freeway yelling, "Hold up the bwige, frow, frow, FROW!"