Remind Me NOT to Teach Her Our Address, Phone Number, or My Social Security Number March 2, 2009
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Little Man Dallin, Princess Hannah, Trips , 6commentsDallin was an angel child 95% of the time during our travel from Utah to Kansas.
Hannah was a chatter box 1000% of the time. Hannah told everyone within five feet of her at the airport, “Hi! What’s your name? I’m Hannah. Hannah Sophia. I’m five. (she’s only two) I’m going on an airplane. Two airplanes. I’m going to see my daddy. I have a new house. And a new room. With new TOYS! This is Dallin Boy. He’s just a baby. My daddy has a stethoscope. I like to color . . . ”
At this point, you could find my hand covering her mouth whispering, ” Let’s not tell everyone everything.”
