This morning I announced that it was BR's turn to go on a "date" with me. He immediately rushed to his room and reappeared in a new outfit: a button-down shirt and dress pants, and--in good San Diegan style--flip-flops.
We made our first stop at the gift shop of a museum so that he could purchase a camo helmet he'd had his heart set on. We walked into the building and instead of going toward the exhibits, he strutted purposefully into the gift shop. The ladies behind the counter couldn't contain themselves. ("Oh, just look at the little man! All dressed up! Oh, and he knows where he is going, too! Yup, he must have his mind made up already...") He counted out his money and then added in enough for an American flag patch, too. He felt SO proud.
"I suppose that next time we go hiking into the jungle you'll be wanting to wear that hat, eh?" I asked. "No!" he answered, emphatically. "It's not a 'hat.' It's a helmet."
Eventually it was time for lunch so I took him to a favorite place right on the beach. He placed his order then set up a game of dominos for us. When the food came, he couldn't get over how delicious it was. "Oh man, this is just SO good. How do they even know how to make this? I just can't believe how good this is..." Talk about a satisfied customer.
And then I tried to share my portion with him. He took a couple of bites but became suspicious when I kept pressing him to eat as much as he wanted. "Hmph... Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do, Mommy." He wagged his finger at me. "You're trying to fatten me up so you can eat me!"
We made our first stop at the gift shop of a museum so that he could purchase a camo helmet he'd had his heart set on. We walked into the building and instead of going toward the exhibits, he strutted purposefully into the gift shop. The ladies behind the counter couldn't contain themselves. ("Oh, just look at the little man! All dressed up! Oh, and he knows where he is going, too! Yup, he must have his mind made up already...") He counted out his money and then added in enough for an American flag patch, too. He felt SO proud.
"I suppose that next time we go hiking into the jungle you'll be wanting to wear that hat, eh?" I asked. "No!" he answered, emphatically. "It's not a 'hat.' It's a helmet."
Eventually it was time for lunch so I took him to a favorite place right on the beach. He placed his order then set up a game of dominos for us. When the food came, he couldn't get over how delicious it was. "Oh man, this is just SO good. How do they even know how to make this? I just can't believe how good this is..." Talk about a satisfied customer.
And then I tried to share my portion with him. He took a couple of bites but became suspicious when I kept pressing him to eat as much as he wanted. "Hmph... Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do, Mommy." He wagged his finger at me. "You're trying to fatten me up so you can eat me!"
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Bahahahaha! He's got your number all right!
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