I want my friggin’ bar!

“Dash, don’t touch that.” “Can I touch it?” “Dash, stop doing that or you’ll ruin it.” “Can I ruin it?” “Dash, stop standing on the lap top.” “Can I stand on that?”

You douche guy! Holy catfish! while driving.

good stretching Aphra, wow!

Something about driving in certain areas triggers Dash to talk about times he’s seen horses. Usually it has to do with Logan, my friend Chris’ horse, but yesterday was different. “We gave Sly an apple! I didn’t want to see Robin.” Both of these are true, and the events happened right after each other in this sequence… nearly...

These days, Dash’s most used phrase is “I don’t like you.” Lovely thing to be told by your two year old 45 times on a day (no exaggeration). He says it whenever he’s frustrated with any situation. While what I really want to do is also be two and yell back “I don’t like you either!” I try to be the adult and...

Dash hates sleeping in his own bed because of the tree, so we often let him fall asleep in our bed and then transfer him to his own when we hit the hay. Tonight I was taking him to his bed and he woke up a little more than usual and said “Where’s daddy please.” At least he’s polite.

Aphra was crying in the car and Dash was trying to comfort her “You’re okay Aphra!” Ian said “You’re being a really great big brother, Dash!” to which Dash replied “You’re doing a really great job driving, daddy!”

Watermelon, honeydew, candleloaf.

“It’s knowing outside”