Larry Boy

So Dawson wants to be Larry Boy.

He said "Mommy, can I have a Larry Boy car for Christmas?"

And I said yes.

Because, if I say no... all kinds of tantrums will ensue. I would rather say yes and have him never get one, then say no and invite the deep dark recesses of death into my house. That's what good parents do. Actually, Jason stopped at a Christian bookstore yesterday to try and find him one. He came home with this instead:

Speaking of hats...

For whatever reason,

Dawson came into our bedroom the other night with a hat on. No explanation, he just found one in his drawer and put it on, then came to show me. He never wears hats. So I was determined to take his picture. He looks so cute in hats. When he wears them.

He didn't want his picture taken so I encouraged Jason to "help him out".

Once Dawson saw what attention he was getting he was ready to pose:

hat to the right

hat backward

hat to the left with finger in the ear and bunny ears from daddy

hat while picking his nose

Different hat.

Different hat.

Isn't that great?

One last thing:

Conversation between Dawson and I while we played cars:

Dawson's car says to my car: Hey buddy, what's your name?

My car says: My name's 43 (That was the number on the hood and I'm clever like that)

Dawson's car says: No it's not!! Your name's Fivey-six!