Gabrielisms

"Look Mama, I'm growing a beard." I feel the side of his chin and nod. He's assured that he's growing whiskers and so convicted that he convinces Theo that he, too, is sprouting fuzz. When I get him up the following morning, he bounces out of bed and says, "I'm so excited to go to school and tell the teachers and my friends about my beard."

"Mama, when I grow up I'm going to buy you a baby. The baby will be named Dina or Pinky." He wouldn't say if it's a boy or girl.