
Last week, as we were driving home from school, Sam (my 5 y/o nanny child) and I heard a Jack Johnson song on the radio. We talked about Jack and his friend Matt Costa who he's singing and playing guitar with. (Yes, we are on a first name basis with them.) Sam asks me to turn up the volume and then says:
"Jack and Matt are really good -- maybe they should try out for American Idol!!!"
Today, while walking through the halls of Children's Hospital on the way to Sam's swimming lesson, Sam starts patting my belly. "Tysha, you're getting a little bit fat" he says. "Well," I say, "the baby is growing bigger and when the baby grows bigger so does my belly." Sam stares at my stomach. "Oh. (pat, pat on my belly again) Sawyer, are you growing bigger and making Tysha's belly fat? Can you hear me? We're going to swimming lessons!"
"Jack and Matt are really good -- maybe they should try out for American Idol!!!"
Today, while walking through the halls of Children's Hospital on the way to Sam's swimming lesson, Sam starts patting my belly. "Tysha, you're getting a little bit fat" he says. "Well," I say, "the baby is growing bigger and when the baby grows bigger so does my belly." Sam stares at my stomach. "Oh. (pat, pat on my belly again) Sawyer, are you growing bigger and making Tysha's belly fat? Can you hear me? We're going to swimming lessons!"























