gentlemen

The other afternoon I spent an hour with my boys, one on either side of me, flipping through photo albums. Okay, I haven’t gotten around to making actual albums - these photos are on the web and the flipping was actually clicking-sue me organized scrapbooking mothers.

Both boys loved seeing pictures of themselves as babies and trying to guess who was who (hint - in the pictures with two boys, the baby is always Luke).  I loved remembering and silently thanked God that they are older and sleep through the night (except when they have a nightmare or have to pee or …).

At dinner that night we shared our rose and thorn for the day (the best and worst thing that happened to us).  I said that my rose was looking at pictures with my boys.  I felt so proud that they were growing up to be such nice gentlemen.

I looked over at Zach, and he was beaming from the praise.

When I looked at Luke, he had an indignant look on his face.

“We are not gentlemen, Mom.  Gentlemen tuck in their shirts,” Luke shared.

What???  Where does he get these ideas?  When I asked him, he said they just comes to his head.

Good luck future teachers of Luke!

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