I told David to get dressed so we can go play games at Lena's house, to which he responded:

"Boring games? Because I'm a big kid now, and big kids get to play boring games with the moms."

Do you think he might be talking about *board* games...?

Brian had to work at Camp Williams Friday morning, so we slept over at Gramma's house Thursday night. While we were there, I finally remembered to empty out David's Winnie the Pooh bank so we can deposit the money into his savings account. We filled a gallon-sized Ziploc freezer bag with pennies (and a few quarters, dimes, and nickels...), and the end result was quite heavy! The next morning, we woke up to a strange sound. Shortly after it started, our bedroom door opened, and there was David, dragging the bag I had placed on the kitchen table (where I normally put the 5 pennies we use as incentive for him to stay in bed each night) into our room:

David: "Mom, I'm angry at you."
Me: "Why?"
David: "Because you gave me too many pennies."
Me: "Well, I can put them into my bank account if you don't want them."
David (in the same exhasperated, self-sacrificing tone he uses when I ask him to scoop Jaxon's poop): "Oh, al-RIIIGHT! I'll keep them!"

Such a selfless kid.

David came with me to my Dr's appointment today and he got to hear Goldfish's heartbeat. At first he was a bit scared by what he heard, but once the Dr convinced him that the "crunching" noise was just from the tool on my belly, he was really excited to hear the "whum-whum-whum" of the baby's heart.

When we left, he enthusiastically told Brian all about it: "... and Goldfish's heart sounds like 'whum-whum-whum'. And the 'crunch-crunch' was just the tool in the slimy stuff on mom's tummy, it wasn't Goldfish eating her."

It's really cute that he's so protective of me.