Dad When You Were a Hobo . . .

Caleb has had quite a few profound statements the last week.

Conversations:

Caleb: Dad, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Dad: No, what are you thinking?

Caleb: I think you should buy more Mickey Mouse ties.

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Caleb (to Grandma Great (Rob's grandmother)) taking her by the hand: What's wrong with your arm? It's all liney.

Moment of Silence

Grandma Great: It's an old woman's arm.

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Caleb to Rob's Mom: Grandma how did Dad get to be your son?

Moment of silence, while everyone ponders how deep to go with the answer

Caleb: Oh, I know you took care of him when he was a baby.

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My favorite (We were passing a panhandler in the car, and Rob offered him some food, when Beth said is that a hobo? We tried to explain the difference then . . .)

Caleb: Dad when you were a Hobo, did you get rained on?

Rob: I was never a hobo, but if I had been I would have been rained on.


That's it for this week. I love seeing the world through the eyes of a four year old.