Well, That's Not A Good Deal....

Gabriel and I always have our most interesting discussion right before he falls asleep, directly proceeding book reading and prayer time. It's also called.... stalling. :)

Today Gabe took my hand and started fiddling with my wedding rings.

Gabe: Mom, can I wear these real quick pleeeeease?

Me: Okay, just for a second.

Gabe: How come you have two rings and Daddy only has one?

Me: Welp, this one with the big (big being a relative term people) diamond is from when Daddy asked me to be his wife, and this one is from the day we got married.

Gabe: And you gave Daddy his ring when you got married?

Me: Yes.

Gabe: So when I find a wife I will have to give her two rings and she will only give me one?

Me: Yup.

Gabe: Well, that's just not a good deal Mom.

The "U"

This is a guest post from Gabe's Dad, Justin.... I think you're going to like it.

Ok, so I ask Gabe if he wants a Mohawk for his haircut. To which he replies, "No Dad, I want the U!"

I asked, "Why do you want the U?" To which he said, "because I like the Hurricanes!".

So after wiping the tear from my eye, I graciously obliged him! I love you son!