Bryson just cracks me up with the things that come out of his mouth.

Today he was playing with his stuffed Tigger, he brought him to share for Boy Share Day at preschool.  He said, “I can’t find Windy the Pooh, he is missing.”

He sometimes calls his brothers punk.  “Hey punk, whatch doin?”

He likes to talk about growing up and being a Bryson Dad.    The other day he said, “First I have to be a big brother and then I can be a Bryson Dad.”

I tried to tell him he probably will never be a big brother, but he would have none of that.

He sometimes wants to be Big.  But sometimes he says, “I don’t want to grow bigger.  I want to grow smaller.”  he always pauses and then continues, “but I would get SO hungry!” 

I always tell him to eat his food so he can grow big like his brothers and dad.