Roan: Mama, I’m just gonna sit right here and think about a T-Rex.

Roan, using his little people to re-enact our last visit with Uncle Albie and Aunt Shirley: Now, mama and Shirley are going to get in the car and get some “Chai-nina’s” (chinese carryout).

Roan, upon entering his room sans crib (we finally broke it down): Good job Mama! My room looks wonderful! (turning around with his arms outstretched). Roan, later, upon learning that his crib would go to our neighbor upstairs: I don’t want another baby to sleep in my crib.

Roan at the pool, pointing to his 5 yr old friend’s nipples: “David, you have bruises?”

Roan: Dada, can I go in the pool with my penis?

Casey (while shaving, with Roan observing him): Roan, do you want facial hair when you grow up? Roan: No. I want a mole instead.

(Driving through the city) Roan: Dada, do you want to see where I work? Casey: Yes, what kind of work do you do? Roan: I did art projects, finger painters, checkers, I fix the building, and all kinds of stuff. I traveled so hard. Mama: How do you travel Ro? Roan: I travel on a … Continue reading →