new little stories

Yesterday John David started a game of peekaboo in our bed. He hid himself under a pillow and called, "Where John David go?" I said, "I don't see him." He stood up and said, "I found me!"

Most people don't find themselves 'til at least age 20, so our son is way ahead of the curve.

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For the last month he has been asking to go to Sandcastle, the local water park. I have told him several times that it's closed until next summer. A few days ago he asked me again, but before I could answer he said, "Sandcastle is shut."

Shut. Closed. What's the difference really?

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Last night at Walmart we were cruising through the Halloween section when David put on a scary clown mask and snuck up to John David, got right in his face, and made a evil snarling sound. Poor John David!! He turned way around, eyes wide with terror, gripping the shopping cart, trying to figure out how to jump ship, but he was buckled in. He was trembling from head to toe. David ripped off the mask and nearly fell on the floor laughing. John David was confused at first so David tried to show him that it was just a mask but he turned his whole body away from it and whined, "Dat scary Daddy."