it was the best of times, it was the worst of times
February 4, 2008
The other night, I brought a Whataburger kid’s meal home to my four year old son, Evan. The toy that came with it was a plastic bowl and spoon for an infant. I thought it was lame, but when Evan opened it, he said, “This is the best day of my life!”
Then we noticed that the dogs had gotten Evan’s fries off the table, which resulted in, “This is the worst day of my life!”
Life with a four year old.
February 6, 2008 at 2:01 am
I guess when you are 4 there isn’t much of a frame of reference for the best verses the worst.
February 6, 2008 at 2:07 am
Isn’t that called being a manic-depressant or is it bi-polar? You’re up one minute and way down the next.
Just kidding. I know it’s just being 4. After all, he’s my kid too.
February 6, 2008 at 10:36 pm
Ah, Evan, you little Dickens
February 6, 2008 at 10:50 pm
ha ha
February 8, 2008 at 2:14 am
That Evan is a real character, but then how could he be anything else considering who he is following.
February 9, 2008 at 11:52 pm
Little Charles Dickens! Drummer, poet, what next?