Tucker is so cute and funny and optimistic. He has said a few things lately that I don't want to forget.
New Years: "Mom, Two thousand eleven is going to be the best year ever!" Me: "Oh ya, why is that?"
Tucker: "I start third grade, get baptized, start cub scouts, learn cursive."
2 weeks ago he was bummed because Trent had a snow campout with the scouts and there wasn't enough room for Tucker to go. Then his Grandma called to see if Tucker wanted to sleep over at her house with his cousin Kyler. He was thrilled. When I went to pick him up the next day we all went to lunch at Chic-Fil-A, finished up with ice cream cones and then headed to the park where 2 more of his favorite cousins Chandler and Jack met us and came back to our house for a couple hours.
Tucker: "Mom, this is the third best day of my life!"
Yesterday, Tucker comes home from school and says, "I've got good news and I've got great news. The good news is, I kicked the kickball over the fence today, (a home run) the great news, we got to listen to the professional band at school today."