i should have started this a LONG time ago... the funny things Noah says...he's pretty funny...
last night Noah asks Curt to help him in the bathroom...
Curt: whatcha' need buddy?
Noah: Daddy can you help me wipe?
Curt: oh? need some help huh?
Noah: yeah it's been one of those days...
We wanted to say to him..."Oh yeah, dealt with a lot of sh&T today? Yeah me too". maybe when he's 15!
Driving to school today...
Noah: Momma I think I'm going to get a job...
Me: oh yeah? what happened with you working at Dillon's with Uncle Chris?
Noah: well momma that wasn't real, really and Chris said he doesn't really have anything for me to do right now so I'm on vacation from that job for a while.
Me: well I guess you better get something else in the works huh?
Noah: yeah i think i'm going to be a police officer.
Me: oh yeah? are you going to drive the police car? would you get a police dog?
Noah: yeah the car! how do you turn on the siren? you know like the policeman we saw at your race?
Me: well i think you just flip the switch? like turning on the radio - its a button you push.
Noah: yeah that seems pretty easy - i like to push buttons
A little backstory to the Dillon's story... it all started I think when Noah and Curt went to the KState Spring football game and went to the Dillons in Manhattan to get Noah a new shirt. He became consumed with Dillons..."it's the best, they have the best food, nice t-shirts for me, etc". Well some time - not sure when - Noah started telling us he was working at Dillons fixing things...anything that someone would bring in - its been all sorts of things, tv's, computers, baseball gloves and bats...seems to be whatever Curt or I are talking about or have been dealing with at home...THEN we find out my brother (Uncle Chris) is his boss and he's super nice and let's him have a lunch break and take a day off when he needs to. He is serious as a heart attack about it and loves to talk about it...so not sure what happened about Chris laying him off for a while - i mean really Chris?! HAHAHA :)
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