Wes and Conner have been so kind to provide us with all kinds of entertainment this past week. Care to hear the stories? Well, too bad, you're going to anyway.
Wes comes home late (pffft! typical) from school, and we are already eating an amazing gourmet meal prepared by yours truly, and Conner goes running to daddy, to tell him we are eating supper. Wes says, "your eating supper? Is it delicious?" To which Conner replies, "no, it's de-yummy!"
Brilliant, Conner... you really are. Since then, whenever Conner eats something and likes it, he says its de-yummy, and if he doesn't like it, he tells us it's de-yucky.
But wait! That's not all I've got for you. Here's another story...
Once again we are eating a truly scrumptious dinner prepared by yours truly, a little something I like to call 'spaghetti'... you may have heard of it. And on the counter is a plate of treats provided by daddy (no, he didn't make them, so we were safe). Of course, we make our children eat their dinner before they have dessert, because we are cruel and torturous... so Reid inhales his food, and then hops down and grabs some dessert. Conner witnesses the whole thing, and so he hops off his chair and runs to get a treat. Problem is, he didn't eat his spaghetti. So Wes, who is very talented at parenting, says to Conner... "No, Conner, you have to ask your spaghetti!"
Wait a second... ASK your spaghetti??? Yeah, that's right, he messed up. Shocker.
"Uhhh... I mean EAT your spaghetti..." Wes says, hoping no one heard him. But, of course we did, and laughed at him forever and a day.
I bet Conner was really hoping his spaghetti would say it was okay.