A Couple Clarence Stories

I was getting Clarence ready for bed last night, and all he wanted to wear was his cowboy jammies. He only has one pair, and it's the only pair he likes wearing these days.  Matt asked him if he could wear Elmo, he said, "No!", Matt asked if he could wear Cookie Monster, he said, "No! I want my cowboy yammies." I told him they were in the basement with some other clean clothes.....well, Matt had to quickly run to the basement and get them.  Anyway, once I got the "yammies", I was getting him dressed, and Clarence was talking about his jammies.  They're his favorite, you know. 
He said, "Dia wear cowboy yammies?"
I replied, "No, Adina doesn't have cowboy jammies....she's wearing her strawberry jammies."
Then he told me, "Dia no got cowboy yammies." I told him he was right, and didn't correct his sentence.  :)  It was much too cute.
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Today, while Matt was quickly feeding the heifers a couple bales and Adina was finishing her nap, I was unloading the dishwasher and Clarence was gazing outside.  I was minding my own business not really thinking about what he was getting into, when he walked up to me with a big sad lip holding a picture.  I asked him what was wrong. He wouldn't answer.  I asked if I could look at the picture.  He held it out for me to see.......it was me when I was like 13 and I was in a hospital bed.......I was going to have or already had my tonsils out.  It must have been hard for him to understand.  He almost started crying; his eyes were wet and his cute lip stuck way out. He wouldn't answer my questions, just held the picture and wanted me to hold him.  He just sat on my lap and said, "Me sad."  I'm not sure what about the picture made him sad, maybe it was just the fact that I was in the hospital?

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We took him skating for the first time ever tonight. He had a blast. He really thought he was going to play hockey with Mary and Matt tonight,  but I guess first he'll have to learn to stand up on the ice by himself.  He pushed a chair all over the ice with Matt trying to hold him up. Then, they ditched the chair and Matt and Mary each took one of his arms.   It was adorable. He lasted 20 minutes or so, then he'd had enough.  We didn't push it....we want him to enjoy it, not hate it. He said he wants to go again, so that'll be fun to see his progress over the winter.

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Well, I'm missing out on "Little House".  Off I go! Sleep well! 

Oh, I heard this today:
If you go to bed and can't sleep, don't lay in bed and count sheep - talk to the Shepherd.