Buster

Man I love this little lad. Especially when I can just stare at his sweet face and it doesn't demand anything back from me. Haha. 

Funny story. After telling Buster to get out of the bath today here is the conversation that ensued: 

Buster- Wait Mom, I just want to do one more thing. 

Me- OK Buster, do one more thing then hop out.

Buster- Actually, how bout two?

Me- Sigh, OK two more things.

Buster- Actually how bout five?

Me- No just two!

Buster, in a gruff voice- Fine! But then the big black ghost’es are gunna come get you Mom, cause your mean, but not me. (pause) cause I’m human.

Here's one more. 

After the kind, and somewhat, I repeat somewhat rotund clerk at value village finished helping me unload my donations out of the van, just as he walked into the building with the last load Buster shouted “Woa! That was a FAT GUY!” I quickly turned around to see if the poor guy had heard. The door he had just walked through was still opened, so I figured he probably did, but hoping for the best I quickly shewed Buster into the car and started speed walking to the drivers seat door. Before I made it out of sight, I hear a faint “Ah, kids will be kids”, and I turned to see our friendly clerk smiling, in our direction. I was soo embarrassed. All I could think of to say was “Your not, really your not”. And then the smile left his face. Ah crud. I was just making it worse. Welp. See ya later kind sir. 

Ugh. So embarrassing.