After a weekend of camping, Thomas learned to whittle. And as we need to get him a new Boy Scout approved whittling knife, he came up with the next best thing. He made one out of Legos. He makes EVERYTHING out of Legos.
So, as I was cleaning up the kitchen, for the forty-fifth time this week, he came in to show it to me. It was really pretty cool and I told him so.
I said, "I don't know where you come up with this stuff. That is the coolest thing. You must get your brains from your mother."
And, smart kid that he is, he came back with "No, Daddy. I get them from you."
Ah, and they say you don't get paid to be a parent.
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