I'm Sorry Mom

A lot of people tell me that my son is exactly the same that I am.

This morning, he wakes me up, and we go down stairs to eat breakfast and stuff. It has been about an hour now, and he hasn't stopped talking to actually breathe yet. I am waiting for him to pass out from lack of Oxygen. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk.

He is now talking to me about how we can wash our hands in the water behind the dam that he is going to build in the water run off thing by the side of the house. And there are going to be rocks in it. And it will last forever.....

If I was like Crab Boy, I am sorry mom. Truly sorry.