Here is my little Trevor.

What a CUTE baby.

Such a good baby and always so patient. He hardly ever cried and was a very content child.

When he was 3 we were driving home from visiting a branch in our stake. We were on the interstate and David went to the side a little and the ribs in the road to warn people on the side were loud when he drove over them. Trevor said, "Do it again dad!" So dad did it again. Trevor said, "Do it again dad!" So dad did it again and this went on about 4 or 5 times. Then dad said, "This is the last time." So, he did it the last time and Trevor said, "Do it again dad!" Dad told him that he wasn't doing it anymore. Trevor asked a couple more times getting the same answer from dad. Finally, Trevor said, "I'm gonna tell you a baby." and then asked one more time for dad to do it again. Dad answered the same again. Trevor said, "Okay fine, you're a baby..."

In his world, he would do about anything to avoid being labeled "a baby" and thought it would work for dad! He looked confused when we broke out in laughing because he had just leashed out the ultimate insult.