Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Life's Rough

The doorbell rang this morning, and we opened the door to three presents sitting on our step. One for Cannon, one for Brynn, and one for me. 
This was very hard for Nolan to deal with, since he's very used to getting everything he wants, when he wants, because he's 5....and the youngest of the family. 
He cried as the other kids opened their gifts, and cried as they played with them. 
And then I find him at the kitchen table with a 3x5 note card, and a pencil. And he looks up at me with all seriousness and says, "Mom, how do you spell - I'm running away?" 

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