The other day I was rocking Ryan in my arms and telling him how I knew a little boy who was the sweetest boy ever, who had a smile that brightened the world and on and on. After my litany of praises I said, "and this little boy's name is Ryan Michael Price." Ryan smiled up at me and I asked, "Isn't that your name?" He responded immediately, "NOPE!" I said "What?" He replied "My names Jimbo." I had to laugh. Jimbo? Of all the names in the world he picks Jimbo? For the next couple of hours he only responded to Jimbo
The next day he got into trouble and was told he couldn't play the Wii for the rest of the day. Later on he walked up to me smiled sweetly and said, "Um Mommy, Jimbo wants to play the Wii." I said, "Oh he does, does he? Well where's Ryan?" He responded, "Well, I just saw him. He's at school...eating pizza." He's too smart for his own good. Just because Ryan's in trouble that doesn't mean Jimbo is. Right? As cute as it was it didn't work.
Later that night when Jeff and I were tucking him in I asked if he was Ryan because I really wanted to give Ryan a kiss. He said, "Of course I'm Ryan." I said, "Good I was ready for Jimbo to go home I missed my Ryan." He replied, "This IS Jimbo's home. He's sleeping on the top bunk." This one's gonna keep me on my toes.
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