Rhyming

Ryan is an expert rhymer. He's been at it for months and months. Often it's just nonsense that he laughs at himself about. Today he sort of made a real joke, though. He was on the couch watching cars out the window and chanting, "Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost..." Then he looked at me and said, "Mommy--I feel the Holy Ghost...French Toast! Ah ha ha ha ha!" I believe my boy is going to be a master of making up goofy rhyming songs and puns when he gets bigger, just like his dad.

Here he is sporting the Thomas backpack we gave him for his birthday. He's pretty dang proud of it!