Lately as Rascal romps and romps through the house, attacking poor Bob over and over again (on a positive note, Bob is getting a lot more exercise), Owen just sighs and says, "I want to make Rascal stop growing up, he's getting so big!"
I said, "I know what you mean Baby, I know what you mean."
On an unrelated subject....our hydrangea is absolutely glorious this year. I want to bury myself in it. And although this morning glory drives me crazy reseeding itself over everything....I do like it wrapped around our apple tree.
I guess it's a good thing we can't stop time in its tracks but it is sometimes tempting.
I also guess that you can tell said child and I had a rapprochement....