One day when my son was 4 years old (he's almost 8 now), he had sort of a puzzled look on his face and finally he said, “Daddy, I try to stop thinking but I can’t.”
I wasn’t exactly sure if I’d heard him right so I said, “What?”
He said, “I try to stop but it keeps doing it.”
“What keeps doing it?”
"My head."
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You just never know what will come out of their mouths! Another time we were watching TV and he asked, "How come, every day, Ronald McDonald doesn't change his clothes?"
Just checking out your blog for the first time, Joel. Looks good so far & I've just read the first entry.
ReplyDeleteI can sure identify with your son. I always said I wish I had a switch in my head where I could turn off the thoughts that tumbled around almost constantly. :)