his two cents

We Skyped with my in-laws last night, as they’re vacationing somewhere they can wear shorts and t-shirts, and they missed the snow. Or the kids. Or both. I know they can’t wait to get back and shovel their driveway and wear coats and toques.

Anyway, Preston got a few seconds to himself before his sisters came and stole the show, and when the call was done, he was not. So here’s his two cents. Or five, I guess, since pennies no longer exist as currency.

In the middle there, Preston is realizing I have a camera on him, and he’s saying, “Cheese!” even though I’ve never taught him to do that. He must get it from Kesler, who usually says it when I have a camera pointed at the boys. I love that they learn words from each other, although Kesler’s dad may not like the words he learns at our house, like “Penguins” and “Sidney Crosby” and the names of all the My Little Ponies.