Some two year old isims for the week...
I fixed a book that Jo had broken, in her sweetest voice she came up and gave me a giant hug and said, "mama, I'm so proud of you! I love you!"
Driving home from church on Sunday we passed a yard with 4 or 5 deer out front. Rob from the front seat said, "Jo, there's some deer out your window."
She replied, "I hate deer!" (not sure who she learned that from?)









