Look at Caroline's baby cousin. They are both diggin' their little piggies:
I felt like quite the American last wednesday on Lewis' birthday. We went to a local burger joint called Dickie Joes. I ate a beef burger with blue cheese, a handful of fries, and topped it off with an ice cream sundae! wow. It was amazing. Lewis wasn't as into dinner (oddly) but he had no objection whatsoever to his birthday ice cream cone.
What's Colson been up to lately? Well right now he's got a dress shirt halfway tucked into his underwear, his pants got wet so he's not wearing any. He's flying around the house with some toy or another and a pair of binoculars hanging from his neck. The other evening K.C. was sharing with me a mini sermonette when he said, "The only thing they have is hope." To which Colson pipped in, "Excuse me, hope is one thing. And the other thing is money."
Today at church as I was coming back to my seat where Lewis and Colson were sitting next to each other in the pew holding hands I heard Colson responding to something Lewis was saying, "...Right, Lewis. God, That's right."
Colson continues to love on his baby sister; he smothers her, in fact. We have to tell him to back off. It's true that he was the first person to really make her giggle and when I told him that he responded, "The first time a girl laughs a fairy is born. I heard that from Peter Pan."
He's been listening to a bit of Johnny Cash here and there and has started talking with a southern drawl. He is quite the adventure.