I hadn't noticed the annoying yet educational chanting wasn't blaring in the background fighting over the staccato nursery rhymes of the jumperoo until I heard Seth dramatically exclaim, "oh no!" It was in that voice he uses for playing pretend, so I nudged Taylor to make sure he wasn't missing this, and quietly we watched Seth play out his pretend scenario.
"Goofy, I can't reach the Chocolate Buttons!" Seth exclaimed pointing to the shiny purple packet of sweets on top of our refrigerator - stored where little hands couldn't help themselves whenever the desire for chocolate arose (I'm talking about Seth here not me...just to clarify). He hadn't satisfactorily fulfilled the vegetable quota at dinner, and so no dessert was on the menu that night.
Oblivious to the nosy parents eavesdropping at the other end of the kitchen, his one-sided dialogue continued, "How bout a Mouse-ca-tool?"
"Oh TOODLES! I need some (pause, finger to chin)... bouncy shoes!"
At that point Mom and Dad stepped in - forget the bouncy shoes, Dad is plenty tall enough. You're getting a Chocolate Button for being so stinking cute.
|My Junior Mouseketeer and me|