Things have been pretty normal around here. Normal meaning, nothing too exciting happens, but Jaxon continues to wow us with the things he says-
1. Tonight during dinner we told Jaxon that Dave won't be able to come to the Ferrell Family Vacation this year (Just like he couldn't come to the Rogers family vacation last year...don't get me started...) Anyway.. Jaxon broke down. I had NO IDEA he would be so sad and emotional, or we wouldn't have chosen 15 minutes before bedtime to break the news. He couldn't even stop crying long enough to tell us something that he was clearly trying to get out. After a few minutes of him covering his face and sobbing, he finally said, "I'm so sad. All my cousins get to have their daddys there, but I don't get to have my Daddy. I JUST WANT MY DADDY!" (More crying...)
Me: "Jaxon, you'll have Mommy!"
Jaxon: "You don't even count Mommy!"
Thanks buddy...that's awesome...
He was so distraught that it brought both Dave and I to tears...although in trying to calm him down, we didn't let him see.
Guess what? I'm sad too. Including this one in August, Dave will have missed 3 of the last 4 family vacations. That sucks.
2. A little funnier.
Tonight in his prayers, Jaxon said,
"Thank you for our prophet, Joseph Smith!"
I whispered, "He was our first prophet. Our prophet now is President Monson."
He whispered, "I know. You didn't let me finish!"
"Thank you for our FIRST prophet, Joseph Smith. And thank you for President Monson. And please bless him to be healthy and strong. And feel the Holy Ghost. And try to be a little more like Superman."
Of course at this point Dave and I both opened our eyes and looked at each other and smiled...but clearly Jaxon wasn't trying to be funny because he didn't stop for a reaction, just kept going. I will have to ask him what he meant tomorrow...