Thursday, April 2, 2009
Connor Rapp
Each night after we put the boys to bed, we can almost guarantee that we will have a visit from Connor. He usually pops into our room with something to tell us. He has lots of time to think when he is lying in his bed. Often it is just a reminder. "Mom, can you please write a note to remind me to build my Lego car tomorrow?" "Dad, can you please help me remember to draw a picture of Spider-Man?" But sometimes Connor can be a deep thinker. Well, tonight he came downstairs and with sincere concern told me... "Mom, I don't know Braille." I burst out laughing and assured him that we could talk tomorrow about the Braille system.
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Oh, this story just made my night, totally busted up Chris and I! We laughed so hard! Love that Connor man! He is such a special kid!
Miss you and all your boys!
Love ya,
Brea
That is the sweetest thing ever. You have done such a great job raising your boys. Maybe you need to get Conner a little recorder so he can record his thoughts without getting out of bed! :)
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