our future candidate for the nobel peace prize

This morning Blinn had to go into work early, so Trey and I were sitting together on the couch, putting his shoes and socks to get ready for daycare. Blinn has to travel out of town Thursday-Friday for work, so I was telling Trey before Daddy leaves, he has to take the trash out for us. Trey asked,

"The bedroom trash"? To which I replied,

"No, Daddy has to take out the bedroom trash, bathroom trash, and kitchen trash for us. Daddy is a good helper". Trey responded,

"I a fighter". I had NO clue where this was going, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and rather than instantly addressing that he described himself as a fighter, I asked him,

"Trey, what do you mean you're a 'fighter'"? Trey succinctly explained to his naive Mommie,

"I play hockey".

Enough said.

jimmer vs. dirk

Blinn LOVES the NBA. He is usually pretty good about not subjecting the rest of the family to NBA games (I loathe it and prefer college basketball 1,000,000 times over), but since it's the playoffs Trey and I have been watching it with him.

We happened to be watching a game together one evening when Trey looked at the TV and said,

"Daddy, I wanna watch college, dis NBA".

We have no clue how he is (at 2!) able to differentiate between college and NBA basketball, but this Mama is quite proud of his sophisticated taste in sports!