Sunday, July 22, 2012


I was working out in the yard this weekend when Malcolm came up to me and flatly said, "Dad, I ate a rock."

I must admit to not knowing how to respond initially, so I told him that that could make you sick and that he shouldn't do that anymore. He responded, "no Dad, they taste like chocolate."

Oh boy. 


Nicole said...

I'm not use to RB writing - so my first concern was not that he had eaten a rock, but that he called Carolee Dad.

Carolee said...

Ha ha! Yes, once in a while "dad" finds time to share these special moments.