Noah, the car lover, the comedien and the food critic…

Thank you everybody for your amazing, astounding and uplifting comments! I am amazed by the beauty of the blogging community and I am so grateful. You are all right. I need to let it go and move on. So to lighten the mood, I give you this;

Immy (singing): ” … Halfway up the stairs isn’t up and isn’t down. It isn’t in the nursery, it isn’t in the town …”

Noah (interjecting): “Is it in the driveway?”

then later…

Noah: “Up the roosters”!

Immy: “No, up the ballet, down the football”!

Noah: “No! I like the football, it’s up the driveway”!

At dinner time…

David attempts to feed Noah another mouthful of pasta…

Noah: (obviously put out by this gesture) ” No, Daddy, I eat the garlic bread”.