Jack and I now have a standing date for the MacArthur Center Kids Play Area. Once a week, after our time at the Y, we head over to the mall. Jack narrates on the drive over. Mall. Keedz. Areeah. Uh-huh. He follows this up with arms crossed sign and a emphatic "hummmph" (which means he loves it).
We had our usual fun in the kids area. It was a little irritating as there was two older boys, definitely over 42 inches, who planted their bottoms in the big pretend truck with a steering while. Jack stood there patiently, waiting for them to move. The one boy looks at me and says, "You're in our way. You need to move. I'm going to run you over." I just glared at him, trying to see if I really do have super powers. Nope. Nothing happened. We finally gave up and played on the tugboat instead.
After awhile, Jack tells me he is hungry by giving me the sign (he taps his mouth). I confirm by asking him and I get the usual, "Uh-huh." We head first for a diaper change and potty attempt. In the midst of changing Jack's diapers, Jack utters, "fresh fras." I look at him confused, "What are you trying to say?" Jack says, this time with more emphasis, "Fresh Fras." I think about it. Oh-no. French fries. The last time we came here, we ended with a snack of french fries. I have created a monster. I repeat it back in question form for confirmation, "french fries?"
Jack says: UUUhh-huhhhh...(arms cross, squeeze, requisite hmmmmmph), num num num (what Jack says when something is REALLY good).
From the mouth of the babe....french fries are good...num num num.
From the mouth of the mama....french fries are addictive. At least we held him off until now.
Anna Marie & Jack
I knew I loved that kid! Tell Jack that french fries are my favorite snack, too!
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