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More Funnies From Kids  

I realize that this is the 3rd time I'm writing about "kid-isms", but I can't help myself, really.  

Our son Adam and daughter-in-law Sam picked the boys up for a "road trip" back home. I did my best to tire the boys out for them. The goal was to try and have them so tuckered out that they'd sleep at least 2 of the 6+ hour drive.  

Promising them one last fling at our best park (dubbed so by the boys because they love dinosaurs and this park was completely dinosaur and fossil themed), we left and I let them do their finest running, swinging, sliding and dinosaur hunting for almost 2 hours. Took them home, cleaned them up and fed them a good amount of sleep-inducing protein.  

The problem with this was that I was the one who was most "tuckered" out. Let's face it, a woman in her almost mid-fifties with numerous joint issues should not be trying to keep up with a 3 and 4 year old while carrying a bag filled with drinks and snacks, her own purse and for some reason a camera (as if our younger grandson ever looks my way as the camera clicks) around a 2 acre park.  

Whatever, as long as their few remaining hours with me were thought of as fun.  

When their "ride" came, it took the 3 adults about 20 minutes to load up the luggage, the toys, the snacks, get them pottied one last time and into their seats. One last kiss and hug, a reminder to my "kids" to please call, no matter how late, and let us know they got through the desert safely.  

My ploy worked, sort of. Aidan, the 3-1/2 year old fell asleep for the entire first half of the ride! Lucky Uncle Adam and Auntie Sam. However, Dylan didn't sleep more than a few minutes. Sam told him to let his eyes rest and it would be a faster trip home, but he wouldn't give in.  

Here come the kid-isms: The reason Dylan wouldn't give in to his exhaustion? "Auntie Sam, I can't go to sleep, Aidan's sleeping and I have to keep watch and protect him."  

Aahhh, who can resist an angel like that? Even if a mere few hours prior to this statement he tried to yank him off the third level of the twisty slide?  

Later, as they pulled up into the driveway of our daughter's home, Uncle Adam turned around to him and said "Dyl, I just want you to know how proud I am of you. You were such a good boy and I really appreciate how well you behaved this whole day."  

Dyl responded, "Don't tell me Uncle Adam, my mom needs to hear it!"  

I'm rolling on the floor as I'm typing this-Art Linkletter had it right all along, kids really do say the darnedest things.

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