Walking towards me, carrying a medal that Pop let him use… Brody walks up to me while I’m at the dinner table. Brody: Daddy, you get a medal… for eating. Me: Wow, really? That’s… awesome. He made me put it over my head. So I obliged, then finished my meal.

Our morning conversation went something like this… Brody: I want some runch! Me: Oh, you mean breakfast? Brody: Yeah… my tummy wants food in it. Me: Is your tummy hungry? Brody: My tummy is mad at me… it goes like… “GRRRRR”

I put a plate of mini chocolate-chip waffles in front of Brody this morning for breakie. Me: Here you go buddy, have some yummy waffles Brody: I want some ketchup on it!! Not quite sure if he was serious or not.

Watching the trash truck doing it’s thing, Brody and I noticed that some trash flew out and onto the street. Me: Oh man, that trash got out and it’s all over the street. Maybe Mr. Trash Man will pick it up? Brody: Yeah, it’s yucky trash. trash truck comes by for the other side of [...]

Another fun little dialog with the B-man… Me: Let’s have a snack and then we’ll go to the park and play baseball Brody: OK Me: What kind of snack do you want? Brody: Beer!