Driving him to school this morning, the questions start:
"I LOVE this car, Mommy! Why do we have this car?"
"Because Mommy and Daddy bought this car when the other one got messed up."
"Why did it get messy?"
"No, it wan't messy. We got into an accident. You were a baby, remember?"
"It was an arsenic?"
"No, honey, an accident. We went boom and crashed."
"Because sometimes these things happens."
And so on. We are definitely in the "why" stage of life.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Friday, July 08, 2011
|The Bellagio lobby|
|At The Mirage|
|At Mandalay Bay|
|Closed, but not forgotten|
|The Strip at dusk|
|The Strip at night|
|Red Rock Canyon|