On Tuesday afternoon, since it was sunny and cool (not cold), I decided to take the kids for a walk down the road. Faith and I (carrying Chevy in my baby carrier) walked, Hudson and Ford rode their bikes.
Ford, who just turned 3, has recently gotten really good at riding a training-wheeled bike. Since he’s still so young, and was just getting the hang of riding the bike, he often would look down at his hands or feet while riding. So I had been working with him on the importance of getting to the side of the road when traffic comes.
On our way back home, a truck approached. Ford was a little ways ahead of me, I couldn’t run to him holding Chevy. Thankfully, he saw the truck, pulled off to the side of the road and waited for Faith and I to catch up.
When I got to him, I praised him like crazy for moving over for the truck. Faith, wanting to join in, gave him her typical compliment, “Fohd, yohr so cute!”
Ford replied, “Uh-uh, Faith. I’m suh-weet!” Then he looks over at me and says, “can I have a twophy?”































