A while back Carson asked Jason how old he was. Since then he’s come to believe exciting things will happen when he turns the magical number 33. I’ll drink coffee when I turn 33. When I’m 33, I’ll get to mow the lawn. I’m going to drive a gray car when I’m 33. Maybe I’ll be a dad! The other day we were putting together a vintage United States puzzle (Nana moved to New York this past weekend and left us with all kinds of treasures she couldn’t take along 🙂
Carson got very excited when he spotted the piece with the airplane picture. That’s Kansas, I told him. Then he asked about the name by the blue star. Topeka.
Can I fly to Topeka when I’m 33? he asked, bursting with excitement.
Absolutely. Will you bring me back a snow globe? I asked.
If I have enough money in my train bank I will.
Carson-you are adorable and I love you and Hadley to pieces! XOXO
So I guess next year when I turn 33 will be a banner year for me. I can't wait! Although Carson 32 is not too shabby either. (And Nathan has informed me that being 4 is best.)