What Levi had to say today

I spent almost an hour on the phone with my incredible 8-year-old brother Levi today. Here’s what he had to say.

"I love pasta. I like it with tomatoes and cheese, and olives on the side."

Me: When the baby is born we will take pictures of you and it together.
Levi: Oh, those will be so cute!

"You and Arthur can come to my house and I will teach you how to make coffeecake. It takes flour and milk and eggs, and other ingredients. The hard part is putting it in the oven, and testing it to see if it is done or if it needs three more minutes."

Me: You are the cutest kid.
Levi: Yes I am.

Me: By the time it’s your birthday, in July, my tummy will be so big!
Levi: Oh yeah! Will the baby pop out at my party?

Me: Will you be a great uncle?
Levi: OF COURSE!

"If you want to visit me, don’t come on Friday. I will be gone on Friday. Also, I can’t do school on Friday because I will be gone. Sorry ‘bout that."

"When I visit you I will bring books for the baby. And I will bring tapes and CD’s- they aren’t for the baby, they are just for you and Arthur, so you can listen to music."

Me: Oh Levi, you crack me up.
Levi: Yes, I do crack you up. Yes indeed.

Me: Right now the baby is as big as an apple.
Levi: Oh! That is amazing! Hang on Sarah, I need to tell Mama that. MAMA! GUESS WHAT? THE BABY IS THE SIZE OF AN APPLE! ISN’T THAT AMAZING?

Me: You were so cute when you were a baby. Do you think my baby will be as cute as you were?
Levi: Um, probably not. But maybe.

Me: Isn’t it amazing that Arthur is your brother now?
Levi: Yes! It is great! Arthur is my brother, and Josiah and Luke, and also Tommy!

Levi: I was thinking I could make some rocks in a circle around the dirt, and plant a seed, and it would grow into a tree.
Me: That’s a good idea. I am going to grow some flowers on the deck of our apartment.Levi: That’s good, would you rather grow a tree though? Me: I can’t really grow a tree when we live in an apartment.Levi: It could be a tree that had branches and flowers…

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