New phrases

We finished school and Jory was settling in for the night. As I turned to check out what was going on on the net, when I heard, “There’s nothing like home, sweet old home.”

“What?”

“There’s nothing like home, sweet old home,” he repeated.

“Where did you learn that?” I questioned my six-year-old.

He looked at me sheepishly, then repeated it again.

“Where did you hear that?” I was amazed that he knew this. Where would he have heard this?

“Nathan said it,” he finally answered.

Ah, his daycare worker’s twelve-year-old son. “Do you know what it means?”

He shook his head.

“It means there’s no place better or like being home.”

He nodded then snuggled down under his “soft” blanket.

The things that come out of your kid’s mouth when you least expect it. He’s growing up and learning new things, new phrases, new words without me. My baby is growing up.