thankful

While rushing out the door this morning I notice a paper feather in Nash's pre-school bag.  I forgot we are supposed to list something that Nash is thankful for.

'Nash! What are you thankful for?  We can write it on your feather.'  
'Running around.'
'Oh yeah, that is a good one. Anything else?'
'Dookie-ing in the potty.'

Preach it. Me too big boy. Me too.

Taking in a TAR-HEELS volleyball game and some popcorn all in his Sunday best.