Mistletoe

Cole was helping me make caramels the other day.  He begged and begged for me to let him eat that chunk of butter.  Seriously.  I had to convince him that it would taste so much better when it was mixed with sugar, more sugar, and vanilla.

Here is a Cole story from this past week:

Cole:  "mom, were you embarassed?"

Me:  "when?"

Cole:  "you know, when you got married....you know...when you had to kiss dad?"

Me:  "no"

Cole:  "how embarrassing mom, I just don't know if I can do it, you know, kiss someone in front of ALL THOSE PEOPLE!!"

I told him not to worry, it's not the biggest part of getting married in the temple.  So, a temple wedding is looking really good to Cole right now.

Then, Cole asked me yesterday if we could go to the store.  I asked him why and he said that he needed to buy some mistletoe to take to school.

WHAT?  

I said, "I thought you were too embarrassed to kiss anyone." 

He quickly said, "it's not for me."