“Maybe if we stopped trying to achieve movie standards of greatness, we'd be happy with what we have.” HappinessGreatnessHappyPuddle Jumping Book:Puddle Jumping Source: Puddle Jumping
“Cuidar de estos niños me ha enseñado mucho más que cualquier clase universitaria o año en el extranjero. Encontrar algo que funcione requiere perseverancia. Y confianza. Las Pistas de Blue están bien, pero Steve es mejor que Joe. Joe luce como un zombi, y ningún niño debería tener que ver esa mierda. Los niños aprenden mucho más haciendo las cosas. E imitan todo. Lo que te sirve para volverte mejor como persona, a sabiendas de que siempre estás siendo observado. Incluso mientras haces pis. Los programas de los niños están hechos para fastidiarte, así que lleva a los pequeños a un parque y haz algo de ejercicio. Estoy convencido de que Sprout tiene la culpa. Moldear una mente joven puede hacerte sentir importante. Los niños pueden enseñarte cómo amar totalmente y sin ataduras. Te abrirán los ojos a cosas que das por sentadas. Te amarán por ser tú. Y por sólo respuesta. en respuesta” VidaAprenderNiñosEnseñar Book:Eight Days a Week Source: Eight Days a Week
“Life is meant to be lived, and if you're offered the chance to experience things with an extraordinary person, then there isn't one reason in the world to say no.” LillyColtonPuddle JumpingAmber L Johnson Book:Puddle Jumping Source: Puddle Jumping
“Society has pretty much taught us that it's inside the lines, or outside. But there's so much more in between.” SocietyLillyColtonPuddle JumpingAmber L Johnson Book:Puddle Jumping Source: Puddle Jumping
“It begins with a boy and it ends with a boy, but what story doesn't?” ColtonPuddle JumpingAmber L Johnson Author:Amber L. Johnson
“He's not weird. He's just not exactly like you.” LillyColtonPuddle JumpingAmber L Johnson Book:Puddle Jumping Source: Puddle Jumping
“Hey, buddy. Are you ready to swim with Joshua? And eat hot dogs?” Brady nodded. “Hot dogs! Thew’s a pawty in my tummy!” He giggled and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes and set him down on the floor. “You’re going to make me sing it back?” He nodded, bouncing. I rubbed my hand over my stomach. “So yummy, so yummy.” He fell back onto his bottom and rolled on the floor in a fit of laughter. “No more YoGabbaGabba, li’l man. It makes Dee’s brain crazy.” AndrewBradyDee Book:Eight Days a Week Source: Eight Days a Week
“Brady! You can’t watch that!” He looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowed, from his place on the floor. The remote was far away from him, next to the screen, so he couldn’t have changed the channel. I snatched it up and hit the information button. “What the hell is a YoGabbaGabba?” I looked back over at Brady and frowned. “Uh, never mind. Go ahead.” Walking with purpose back into the kitchen, I whispered into the receiver. “Okay. No joke, there is a talking, dancing, bright red, studded dildo on the screen. There are other ones that look like him, and I swear to God one is wearing a condom on his head. That’s a kids’ show?” I looked back into the living room. “Whatever happened to good old-fashioned cartoons? Don’t they have good shit like Animaniacs anymore?” AndrewXander Book:Eight Days a Week Source: Eight Days a Week
“Brady was staring at me from across the table. Unmoving. Unblinking. Not speaking. It was like an old Western. The house was too quiet as I stared back at him. He was winning this contest. And I’d had no idea we were even in one to begin with. Break, kid. Break” AndrewBrady Book:Eight Days a Week Source: Eight Days a Week
“Huh? What did I promise?” “Fowevew,” he said with a nod, like it was final. “Exactly.” We stared at each other, and it reminded me of my first day, when he stared me down like a mute gunslinger.” AndrewBrady Book:Eight Days a Week Source: Eight Days a Week