Home Sweet Home
Well, we are finally home from our sweet family vacation. *heavy sarcasm on the sweet*
But first, I must speak of the most recent happenings. As in just this evening, in the car. Tipton became quite the "Star of the Car" tonight on our way home from Easter dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's house. He was singing for the family, constantly making up songs as we drove. One was the gas station wrap, another being a student in college, and even one about dying in the Army. However, the best one was a song he kept repeating and somehow incorporated into every song was:
No, no, no, no STOP
Don't touch me there.
That's my no-no square.
(He has a dance to go with it as well.)
Tipton, literally had has laughing so hard that most of us were crying. He said it was his sexual abuse song. Say what!? Either way, it was one of those moments that you want to capture in a bottle. Considering we just spent hours in the car with continuous bickering. It was a joy, and blessing.
But first, I must speak of the most recent happenings. As in just this evening, in the car. Tipton became quite the "Star of the Car" tonight on our way home from Easter dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's house. He was singing for the family, constantly making up songs as we drove. One was the gas station wrap, another being a student in college, and even one about dying in the Army. However, the best one was a song he kept repeating and somehow incorporated into every song was:
No, no, no, no STOP
Don't touch me there.
That's my no-no square.
(He has a dance to go with it as well.)
Tipton, literally had has laughing so hard that most of us were crying. He said it was his sexual abuse song. Say what!? Either way, it was one of those moments that you want to capture in a bottle. Considering we just spent hours in the car with continuous bickering. It was a joy, and blessing.
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