I nodded as I ate another bite of my own dinner, "Mhm."
He stared at me for a moment. "Can I have yours?"
"What?! We have more biscuit and gravy in the kitchen."
"But I thought we were gonna trade."
My eggs, biscuits, and sausage gravy for his two crumbs. And of course I gave it to him.
2. I was telling a friend about Trooper's flu shot last year, when he threatened the nurse, telling her he was coming back and his name is Clive White. My friend laughed, and said, "What was he going to do to her?" And we moved on to talk about something else.
But then I heard Trooper saying something that caught my attention, and as I tuned in to him I heard him saying, "I swit her froat, shshsh, no, I just make her drink beer and die!"
Because apparently, sometimes violence is the answer.
Trooper on Trick or Treating:
After the first house, "OK, let's go back now."
On the way to the second house, "This is a disaster."
After the second house, "We have to go back to Miss Janet's house, now."
One minute later, "Come on, we came to get candy and we got a whole bunch of them!" (3 pieces)
Fifteen steps later, "Come on! We have to go back to talk to Miss Janet!"
And so on until we finally got into a small group with other kids. I told him I was sad that he doesn't like trick or treat, because it's one of his dad's and my favorite things. He said, "It's OK to be sad."
Trooper's story: When I was a little boy, I was a farmer. And then the chicken truck came and took away all my chickens.
Trooper on God's art: My favorite color is sunshine.
And I have some more for next week, and I'm itching to share them because they make me laugh every time I think about them. But you're going to have to wait. Love you too.