My Peyton

My Peyton is a question asker, he asks questions all day long. He gets it from me, I'm very inquisitive (and if my mother were alive, I would apologize to her for all of the questions I asked growing up). Back to my little interrogator, after church while we were in the car driving to Chiloso to eat lunch he starts talking/asking about grass snakes. Where grass snakes live, what they like, what color they are and then he asks "what do grass snakes eat?" Now, that's a great question because neither myself nor my encyclopedia for a husband knew the answer. So Peyton replies, "we can just look on www.grasssnakes.com." Really at 5 years old he knows about the internet???

You know in my day you had either a library card that granted you access to the card catalog or an outdated set of encyclopedias your parents bought from a door to door sales man. Not now, everything can be researched by typing in www.blahblahblah.com

I do have to brag on my little boy. The past 2 Sunday's I've picked Peyton up from Sunday School his teacher has gone on and on about how well behaved he is and well mannered he is. That just warms my heart and makes me so proud. I probably shouldn't tell her that he pitched a fit yesterday for 1 1/2 hours. Yes, really 1 1/2 hours. He is one of those kids who can not handle being tired, he will spin out of control if he does not get enough rest. We also have figured out that those fits happen on days where he eats donuts for breakfast. To say the least he will never eat a donut again.