Bridy's Words

oh bridon, you say the funniest things! uncle brad asked you on the combine why your muscles are not very big. you said it was because they are too dry.











you told me on the way to gma's that your foot hurt. you said it hurt because you ate too much while at the fair!

one nite at the dinner table you were asked to eat your brocolli. you told dad you didn't have time!

you told me over and over what you would do if you ever met a robber (after gma had a car break-in). you would hit him and then kick him with your yellow boots, throw rocks, and run. you told me over and over...but when we came home from the other gma's watching 'dennis the mennace' you started crying from the back seat because the robber scared you.

you get upset with inanimate objects when you run into them or bonk your head, etc. your worst, recent crash was out of the excursion onto your nose on the curb after swimming lessons. that one you cried, but most of the time you just loose your temper and try to beat up the seat, ledge, cupboard, etc (i wonder where this might have been learned...)

and in all my combine chasing lately, it has been a relief to take you across the road to the llc. you call it the ll-seed. it has a pivot with three tires and that makes it special like you because you're three and you can roll your tongue.  then...you roll your tongue?! :)