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This kid!
I constantly tell him that if I cut him open, I would just find a bunch of lollipops in him, because he is SO SWEET!
Two stories from recent weeks show exactly what I mean:
Dash and I were driving Scout and Navy to school.  I was telling them their daily hero story, about a time when I was little, and our family was staying at the BYU dorms.  I thought I was a hot shot when getting out of our car late one night, and walked ahead of my family to our dorm.  Unfortunately, every dorm looked the exact same, and I walked to the wrong one and got completely lost.
When I finished the story, the kids each tell me who the “hero” in the story was.  And why that person was heroic.
As Scout and Navy were going through that, Dash was silent.  And then in the sweetest and most concerned voice, Dash said, “Mom, I really wish I could have been there to help you find your way, so you weren’t scared.”
And then the entire hero story was turned on it’s ear, and Dash became the true hero!
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Navy and Dash were in the bath.  Navy was being a stinker, and threw me the wrung-out wash cloth - which she knows she isn’t supposed to do.  I went to catch it, but it went through my hands and fell to the floor.  Dash immediately said, “Nice catch mom.”  We all started laughing because I said, “Nice catch?  I didn’t even catch it!”  He smiled ear to ear and giggled at his mistake.  Then, Navy tossed it again, and I caught it, but it fell out of my hand.  Then dash said, “Mom!  Nice Caaa……oops I mean, sorry you dropped it.”
Lollipops for sure.