Memories with warm milk.

Evan came downstairs this evening and said he was thirsty. I told him he could have some water and her said 'oh I wanted warm milk like when I was little'. Well how can I say no to that? So Evan made himself some warm milk and came into the living room with me, sat down and said, 'so what do you want to talk about?'. He then asked me to tell him something about Deacon and Baron (our miniature schnauzers that we had from 1997 to 2009). I told him that we brought Deacon home about this time of year because we put a big bow on him. He then wanted to know about himself and I said he used to chew on his crib and crawl thru the doggie door. He said he remembered this.  I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up and he said 'president or maybe the Govenor'.   I then said I was going to write about our conversation on the blog and he wants his own blog. Maybe we will work on that this weekend so I can get his thoughts down forever! One thing he wanted included in this entry was that he is just finishing up a book called City of Embers, he wants me to read it so I think I will.