Issieism
It was Issie’s sixth birthday on Thursday. She woke up and was all excited about it. At one point, Max says ‘Issie, are you taller?’. ‘Yes, I’m way taller now – because I’m six’
Maxism
Not really a Maxism, just him surprising us with how much he picks up. This morning he asked where the next island is, which way are we going? We need to motor out of the anchorage then turn north for 40 miles, but I give him the simple answer. ‘North’, I say. ‘Which way is […]