I was having one of those days where I thought I was Mom of the year. I hiked me and my 3 lovely children through Forest Grove down to the Dutch Brothers cart to get us coffee and chocolate milks. The air was crisp and cool, with a little bit of a burnt smell from all the chimney smoke. I was truly enjoying the walk with my kids. I couldn't have been more proud to be a mom of 3! We were picking up different colored leaves and the kids were pretending they were birds, using the leaves as wings. About half way to Dutch Brothers something in Payton flipped a switch and I was suddenly walking with ADD boy. He was hugging trees and jumping around flailing his arms and really just raising a whole lot of a ruckus. I didn't mind that, but it was just him almost falling into oncoming traffic a few dozen times that I really started getting irritated. I had yelled 'Payton Johns!' about 20 times in course of 5 minutes and it really wasn't helping. I said it one more time, and he looked at me and said:"I wish I had a different name"
"Like What? Payton the boy who doesn't listen to his Mother?", I replied.
"No, like Payton the Wonderful.", he answered.
So I hearby proclaim from this day forward my son Payton Michael Johns will now be called Payton the Wonderful.
3 comments:
That kid is too smart.
That is the cutest thing ever. I love that you have that now documented. You will appreciate it when he is 16.
Isn't it funny how you just never know what they're gonna say? Tonight Elsa said, "Tell my teacher I can't go to school because I got The Puke."
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