Our 2-1/2 year old grandson Thomas stayed the night at our house on Friday.
When I was out of the room, I heard My Beloved say, “Thomas! Don’t lick the dog!” After I stopped laughing, I asked her what happened. She said one of our dogs had licked him. Of course! It would be the polite thing to do and completely logical to him that he should return the favor!
When My Beloved opened the car door so Thomas could climb into his car seat, I heard her say, “Need some help, Thomas?” I turned around to see he’d put head was where his behind belonged in the seat and his backside stuck straight up where his head was supposed to be!
We took him for a ride to see Christmas lights and mentioned we’d have hot cocoa when we returned home. He said, “Coo Coo?” I replied, “No, cocoa.” Then that train-loving little tyke asked, “Choo-choo?” I tried only partly successfully to keep from cracking up as I patiently repeated, “No, Cocoa!” Next time I’ll tell him we’re having hot chocolate instead.
When we asked him why he took off his Spiderman slippers, he replied, “Spiderman tickled me.”
We had bacon and homemade waffles for breakfast. I looked up to see he’d taken a slice of bacon, placed it in a U-shape between his thumb and fore-finger, and was opening and closing the “mouth” he’d created with his hand. Without missing a beat “My Beloved” looked at him and said, “You better eat that Bacon Monster before it gets you!” Thomas laughed and chomped on the piece of bacon.
I’m trying to recall what we did for entertainment before our grandsons came along…