My son is a toddler no more…

Yes, I’m afraid the age of innocence is over.  After we had finished kicking the football around, Jon sidled up to me and asked oh-so-brightly: “Daddy, can I have some money?”

At least he’s not asking for the car keys…

A joke that requires Thomas the Tank Engine knowledge

For my next entry in my series of posts that shamelessly exploits my son’s strong Q-rating, here is Jon’s latest joke:

We’re teaching Jon our home address in case he gets lost. 

During this morning’s Skype video call, Jon showed off his geo-location knowledge. 

 

 

First came the street address… perfect. 

Then our town… perfect. 

Then my wife asked: “What state do we live in?”

The Rhode Island of Sodor!

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