this morning when the hubby walked into the little dude's bedroom to get him up, he found the little dude looking over his headboard at the two paintings i did for him when he moved to a big boy bedroom.

the first is of an astronaut in a space suit on which i painted a name tag with the little dude's name.

the other, a rocket ship with planets and stars in the background.
so the hubby says: "what'cha doing?"
little dude: "just looking at the paintings that mommy made for me. is that me in the astronaut suit with my name on it? and that's my rocket?"
hubby: "it sure is buddy. you can take the rocket to explore the planets and the stars. but you can't really land on a star because it's too hot."
little dude: "and because it's made of gas."
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