Drew, you have the floor

Sunday after Thanksgiving, we were sitting around our kitchen table enjoying dinner (And, Whit, Me, and the boys).

Whitney, Andy and I were having a nice conversation about our church meetings that day. What was taught, how we felt, the things we learned, etc.

About 10 minutes into our conversation, Drew blurts out, "STOP TALKING! I want to talk you something!" (I love how he still says the wrong words sometimes :)

"Okay, Drew, what do you want to say?"

"Ummm.... I shake my booty all day long!"

Honestly, whose child is this?!?

I still claim him {as his father's :) }