Priceless words of a two year old

Rory bit the inside of her mouth the other day and it has been bothering her. She calls it her sword (sore). Tonight she got out of bed, and looking at us through the banister said, "Daddy I have a sword in my mouth. I need to go to the hospital!"


Me: Daddy's a over reactor. 
Rory: Daddy is a wrecker?
Me: An over reactor.
Rory: Oh, a Aurora wrecker!

Riding a bike at Grandma's.

First time at the dentist.

I love that soon to be three year old!!