A Turner story by a guest writer...

Many of you may not know that Mark's first degree is in communications with a concentration in journalism. He grew up with a mom who was a high school English teacher. As you might imagine, he's pretty passionate about written language and he's a very talented writer. Yet, he won't write anything for this blog. Mark tells the most colorful stories with ridiculous recall of detail, and I beg him to type it all in, but no. Today, he sent the following story to our friend Star detailing a conversation we had with Turner last week about Star and her soon to be husband, Travis. I asked him if I could copy and share on the blog because it's a perfect example of our conversations with Turner...you never know what you are going to get! So, 145 posts later, here's Mark's first blog entry. :)

So last week Sarah and I are sitting at the table with Turner letting her play with Play Dough. She calls it cake though, not Play Dough. I have no idea why. I know she likes food but that one makes no sense to me. Anyway, we are playing with the Play Dough and we have all these little cookie cutter type things to make shapes with. We can make people or circles or giraffes or kitty cats or whatever. We also have a star and a butterfly. So in the course of playing, I made a butterfly and put it in front of her and she of course correctly identified it as a butterfly. A few minutes later I made her a star and put it in front of her, and asked her what shape it as, and again, she got it right and said it was a star. Well, that made me think to ask if she remembered y'all. I said "Do you remember meeting Miss Star?" She paused for a second and then said "Miss Staw-er." (That's how my little southern belle pronounces your name.) Then I asked if she remembered who you were with. She paused again, and said "Trabbis!" I was happy that she had remembered both names! Well, the story would be fine to end there, but the she pointed at the aforementioned Play Dough (cake) star sitting on the table and said "Staw-er." We gave her some positive reinforcement for getting that right, which I guess encouraged her to keep going, because then she pointed at the butterfly and said "Trabbis." We just lost it. I'm sure she is scarred from her parents laughing at her, but I couldn't help it. A star and a butterfly....Staw-er and Trabbis.