Port A Potties, German Writings, and Two-Wheelers - a MUST READ

Ok, we'll start with Trevor, then on to Abbey then Dylan......................

Two-Wheelers - I bought a small two wheel bike (meaning, no training wheels) for Trevor at Goodwill, for two dollars! It's a girls bike, but it's never even been mentioned by him that it is not a boys bike. It's pink, purple and blue with a pink baby seat in the back. He has just as much fun as any kid, with no inhibitions, which I LOVE about him. He carries dolls, bottled drinks, or "boulders" back there, and never cares one whit whether or not anyone would think it funny that he's riding a girls bike. It's just never crossed his mind! I love his innocence. Almost every day he asks if he can go ride his two wheeler. Ever since he taught himself to do it, in about a day, he is addicted to riding it. Now we have to get him used to riding his own bike without training wheels!

Secondly, I have to tell this little funny. We went to a graduation party today of the daughter of a friend of ours. I explained to the kids whose party we were going to, and what the party was for, last night. SO, this morning, Abbey was playing on PBSKids.org, and she came and asked me if I could print something out for Nicole (the graduate). I came and printed out this card that she made.
Ihpeuhv grat prde frum joley dav trevor abbey and dylan wer 6.7 son jlea ate
wenizurbirdea we luv u

translation - I hope you have a great party. From Julie, Dave, Trevor, Abbey and Dylan. We are 6, soon to be 7 on July 8. When is your birthday? We Love You.

The funniest part is this........................
When Nicole read her card, I of course had to do a little translating, and when we were finished she said this "Aw, that's so great Abbey. " then to me she asked "What language is that, German?" I laughed, "no, it's "six year old" language." ROFL

Ok, and last but certainly not least, we'll do Dylans Funny.......
We went to Trevors C-Ball game today, and got a little lost for this "away" game. When we finally got there, Dylan had to pee pretty bad. (even though we had already stopped and he peed on the side of the road along a bunch of trees)
I took him to the Port a Potty, and waited outside the door. He was taking SO long. I asked him if he was about done, and he yelled out "not done yet." And then proceeded to take a LONG time. So I opened the door, and he turned to look at me and every so seriously, with pee dripping from his hair, eyebrows, face, nose etc, said "I don't want to talk about it."

I about LOST it~ I asked him what happened and he said "I'm cleaning it up. I don't want to talk about it." So, I helped him clean up, through my laughter. We both laughed for a while, then he asked me to stop, because I might embarrass him.

I'm still having a hard time getting that image out of my head. ROFLMBO