Sheesh...I was on such a good roll. The boys do and say stuff so often that I mean to write down. I guess it's an overwhelming body of work!
Speaking of overwhelming, we are OUT of Dalewood...our first, sweet house. We all went back last night to say goodbye. Boo hoo hoo! I think even Ridge was a little emotional, but he was the only one of the Hancock men who may have shared my sentiment. Before we said farewell at Dalewood, we showed them their rooms at the new house, which Grammy had lovingly arranged down to the last detail, including books ordered by fiction and nonfiction. They were both over-the-moon excited about their new, bigger space. Ridge thanked us. That boy can be impressively grateful at times. (He can also dazzle us with his 4-year-old sense of entitlement.)
Anyway, we're driving away from the house with me all misty eyed and Sawyer belts out, "we all live in a lello submarine, a lello submarine, a lello submarine." Just this part of the chorus, over and over. Then he starts, "good day sunshine, good day sunshine." And in closing, "we all live in an orange submarine." I think he just did that last part to irritate OCD big bro who was quick to correct and frustrated when his instruction didn't take.
