Interview with a seven year old. Ben.

What is something I always say to you? You love me.

What makes you happy? Jumping on a trampoline.

What makes you sad? Getting in trouble

How do I make you laugh? When you tell me jokes or tickle me.

What do you think I was like as a child? Good.

How old are you? Seven.

How old am I? 37

How tall are you? About 3 feet.

What is your favorite thing to do? Play with my friends.

What do I do when you’re not around? By us presents and stuff. And wrap them.

What are you really good at? Rugby.

What are you not really good at? Football because I don’t really know how to play it.

What does the president do? He tells everybody what to do.

What is your favorite food? Pizza.

What do you and I do together? Help each other. Talk.

How are we the same? We’re not. Well, we’re in the same family.

How are you and I different? You look different.

How do you know that I love you? Because you hug me.

What is one thing you wish you could change? Dad being back from sea.

What do you wish you could go and do with me? Go to the store.

What is your job in our family? Clean my room.

What is your favorite room in the house? Your room because you have a big fluffy bear and a giant bed and two sinks that are yours.

What is your favorite animal? Elephant.

What has been your worst experience? When I almost got my head cracked wide open. In the old house, remember Chris? My chain came off my bike and got stuck to his pedal and I fell off and my head hit this part in the road really hard and then another kid rode over my head with his bike. The first wheel, not the second.

What is your favorite color? Blue

What is your favorite number? Ten

What is your favorite letter? Uh… B. No. Uh… E.  NO!  N!


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Misunderstood T. rex

is a blog we are putting together as our family of ten grows. The blog is called Misunderstood T. rex because, like the infamous dinosaur, our large family is often misunderstood, profiled, and categorized simply because of our collective number of teeth.
This is a blog to help me remember our favorite recipes, and to help our future sons and daughters-in-law find out more about their spouses, what meals they like, and other things we'll throw into the mix.
There will also likely be drawings of T. rex's here and there because I draw T. rex's, being that we're practially related and all. Also, I'm not exactly sure what the plural for Tyrannosaurus Rex should be.
This introduction is much longer than I had planned.