Sunday, July 22, 2012

rocks

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. 

2 comments:

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.