Noah and I were laying in his bed chatting before he was to sleep. We talked about school (he can’t wait to start so he can have recess) and the fact that Abram is nervous about school because he doesn’t want his name on the board (to which Noah decided Abram was a nice boy and wouldn’t get on the board). Then after a long pause in which we were both just looking at the wall the following conversation was had…
N: Momma, are you sinking what I’m sinking?
M: I don’t know…what are you thinking?
N: What are YOU sinking?
M: I was just thinking I really need to finish the trim around your windows so I can put your curtains up.
N: Oh, I was sinking about some concrete with a big hole in it and people would walk along and fall in. I guess we weren’t sinking about the same thing.