The other day, The Boy was having a bad day while Sissy and I were in town, so Baby made him this card.
Have a tissue handy.
I will translate under each piece. (Her English teacher sucks!)
It does not matter what people say about you. Just believe that your family will love you and take care of you.
Here, I guess, The Boy is falling and Baby has "got him"???
On a completely different note. The two youngest just played a guitar and sang a couple of songs they made up.
Here they are.
My life is so complicated. My life is hard and so dull. (Baby)
Aww cheer up. I will help you. (Boy)
You will? Thanks. (Baby)
It is nothing. (Boy)
Do you want coffee?( said by both to Mr Farmer and me)
Low places are so slow but I'm good to dogs. (Boy)
Come on. I'm a talking dog. I can wrestle. (Baby)
But I am so good to you. Please don't hurt me. (Boy)
Ohhh, grow up! (Baby)
Ok, thank you dumb dog. (Boy)
Hey, wait till I get my paws on you! (Baby)