Friday, February 23, 2007
Oh Wheat
My two year-old just finished a hard day's work in the kitchen, dumping out a box of cereal, throwing around sugar that he scavanged out of the food closet, cutting up some bananas with a knife (where did that come from?), and "helping" me sweep everything up. And then he brought (ok, threw) to me a package of unopened spaghetti. He said, "Mr. Furious bite." Yes, those noodles are for Mr. Furious. And then he said, as if he understood how to solve world hunger, "Oh, Wheat." Yes, I replied, Wheat.

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posted by Reluctant Nomad at 3:57 PM -
3 Comments:
  • At 23/2/07 4:09 PM, Blogger loudaisy said…

    Grey, what a funny little man. It is amazing how quickly they catch on.

     
  • At 1/3/07 12:44 AM, Blogger Jennifer B. said…

    Your son sounds so lovable, but what a day! (You haven't been praying for patience, have you? It's always fun to see what happens when I do that.)

     
  • At 15/4/07 4:58 AM, Anonymous Emily said…

    Your son reminds me of someone ??? oh yes. he reminds me exactly of my son, Henry. I can't tell you how many times I have swept up chips, noodles, rice grains, YouNameIt off my pantry floor. good thing they redeem themselves with cute thoughts articulated in cute words.

     
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