Paxton asked me a while back, "Dad, is the next day going to be tomorrow?"
"Sure Paxton."
Then, the next day: "Dad, is it tomorrow?"
I wonder what's supposed to happen "tomorrow"? I guess the concept of time is still a bit fuzzy.
One Friday evening a few weeks ago we were at the dinner table discussing plans for the weekend and the kids were looking forward to sleeping in. Kenrick said, "Hey, it's Friday night! That means we can sleep in until ... Monday!"
He's not even a teenager yet.
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