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Wednesday, October 10

Eez and Weed

A new imaginary friend moved in behind our couch a couple of weeks ago. His name is Eez, he is four years old, and he is Ethan's friend. He fits into Ethan's backpack to help him not feel so scared at preschool. We also learned today that Eez has grandparents who live in Mexico, which is located under Ethan's bed. Ethan brings Eez up every couple of days, but hasn't played with him or talked to him directly. It's pretty cute.

Oh, and about weed...we have a small weed growing through a crack in the sidewalk near where we park our car. Every time we pass by this weed, Aidan says, "Weed!" and steers clear of it by about three feet. He literally goes out of his way to walk around this weed. I don't know how it scared him or why he does this, but it is the cutest thing I have ever seen!

5 people wanted to leave a comment:

Gatnnos said...: That is cute! I LOVE Eez - did Ethan come up with that name on his own? It is adorable. The weed is cute too. It is funny what kids can come up with. Enjoy it for the next few weeks - how soon does the snow come? or does it?; October 11, 2007 at 5:51 AM
Jason, Alyson, Kaci, Brynley & Ashlynn said...: Ahhh...too cute! Isn't it funny what kids come up with, imaginations are wonderful! Love the pumpkins too...can't wait too carve ours!; October 11, 2007 at 1:18 PM
Jessi said...: by the way.. I was just reading your new "Ethanisms and Aidanisms and I laughed so hard at the one about Aidan and conference! ha ha! I think Justin reacted that way too. Just kidding. :); October 12, 2007 at 10:29 AM
Kersten said...: Okay, this is the cutest thing ever. I love Eez. I love it when kids use their imaginations. Kids are so funny. good luck with the weed too; October 12, 2007 at 11:21 PM
Jessie said...: Those are great kid stories. Eez and weed...funny! I was just glad that weed was an actual weed, and not something more sinister growing there. hee hee; October 14, 2007 at 8:43 PM

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