Chloe and Cole were discussing one of Cole's boo-boos. Chloe said he'd heal up and his boo-boo would fall off. While not scientifically accurate, I was amazed (and amused) at her understanding of the human body's ability to heal.
The time I dread most came around again, and I found myself at the doctor's office awaiting vaccination shots for Chloe.
We started our little adventure through the neighborhood with Chloe sitting in the wagon and me pulling it. Things quickly went downhill from there.
A couple of years ago, I read a story in this very newspaper about a man named Glen Mitchell. He lived in Jacksonville, Fla., and had a 13-year-old son named Jeff. One day Jeff was shot and killed by four boys while he was waiting for Glen to pick him up from school. One of the boys, Ellis Curry, later pleaded guilty to second-degree murder and spent 12 years in prison.
We were feeding the ducks at a local park. We'd gotten bread and walked down to the water's edge. I gave Chloe and Cole some bread, then stood by and watched them.
It was, without a doubt, the scariest moment of my life. One recent Saturday afternoon, Chloe and Cole asked for an apple after lunch. I went into the kitchen and cut an apple into eight pieces, then gave four of them to Chloe and four of them to Cole.
Shortly after Cole was born, we got concerned. He was always crying and could never seem to get comfortable.
Each person has their own challenges in life.
The other day Chloe was trying to snap her fingers. She'd seen me do it before, and she was doing a very good job of mimicking my actions.
Chloe's learned a four-letter word. I don't know where or from whom she learned it, but oh, how I wish I could find out.
Chloe and Cole are special. Obviously I think they are, or I wouldn't bore you with stories about them week after week. But they're special for another reason: they're hybrids. Half of one thing, half of another, all of neither.
Cole doesn't like open doors. Whenever he finds one at the house he rushes to close it, regardless of which side of it he's on. That led to a little trouble for him (and me) the other day.
A couple of days ago, I fixed Chloe and Cole lunch. They ate it all, which was a good bit of food.
Shortly after Cole was born, I was holding him and watching Chloe play. I turned to Amy and said, "I know this is awful to say, but I wish he'd hurry up and grow up a little, so we can do more things with him like we do with Chloe."
Chloe is going through this stage where she wants to be first. When I take her and Cole to school, she wants to go inside before he does. When we're about to eat supper, she wants her plate before anyone else gets theirs. When she and Cole are taking medicine, she insists I give Cole his after she gets hers.
When I went off to seminary in Texas, I left many of my personal belongings at my parents' house.
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