That's my boy!

Anyone who has been around my family for any amount of time has heard the story of 'Attle's house.' For those of you who have not... when I was about 4 my family drove out to the west coast to visit friends of my parents. After making several stops, we were then headed to Seattle. While up in the space needle, I asked my mom to point out Attle's house. She had no idea what I was talking about so I replayed the trip for her. We went to Judy's house. We went to Claudette's house. And now we were going to "see Attle," so which one is Attle's house? Makes perfect sense, right? Well, last week I told Noah that when Benjamin woke up we had to run some errands. I brought Benjamin down and Noah was running around screaming with glee, "Yippee! Yippee! Let's go run errands!" I thought his enthusiasm a bit funny but off we went. We made all of our stops and were pulling back in to the garage when Noah started crying. I asked what the problem was and he said, "Go to Errand's house. Go to Errand's house." Having been in those very same shoes once before, I did not have to ask what he was talking about.