In this photo (taken at a recent Halloween party), they are dressed up as Ammon and one of King Lamoni's sheep. The Book of Mormon includes the story of Ammon, a Nephite missionary and shepherd to the Lamanite king. When robbers come and try to steal the king's sheep, Ammon cuts off all of their arms. (Hence the arm that Adrian is holding in the photo.)
Obviously, this gruesome tale is one of the Dayton's three-year-old son's favorites.
I recently babysat this cute little blondie, and he told me that he wanted to play "Hamon." I wasn't sure what he meant, until he came at me with a styrofoam sword and pretended to visciously chop off my arms.
When we reversed roles--he was the robber; I was Ammon--he somehow got all of the sheep (which were actually pillows) out of the pasture despite my best efforts to chop off his arms. Why is it that the styrofoam blade is effective on my arms but not his?
I absolutely adore little Taylor. He is hilarious and so smart. Apparently, the other day, after Natalie got off the phone with me, Taylor asked, "Mom, who were you talking to?"
He paused for a moment and then said, "I love her. I really do."
Ha! That absolutely made my day.
We have so many wonderful friends in Buffalo who let me play with their children, invite me to dinner when Ryan is out of town, and listen to me vent about life when it's stressful. How did I get so lucky to have such great friends?
I love them. I really do.