This morning, TommyBug and I played choo choos. But we had to sit there and make sure every single gosh darned choo choo had a sex, before they could get on the track and drive off. We have over 50 trains, PS, and some of them are just trains, not girls or boys, but he insisted...."Da Polar Express choo choo is a boy, Miss Sayiah. Betause he is bwoo." I didn't mind the logic behind that......"And Wosie (Rosie) is a girl, wike you Miss Saiyah.....Betause she is pink and wavender." "And da twack (the track) is.....is....da twack is big..."
Everything is a boy or girl now. It was pretty fun to build the train track and watch Tommy totally fall in love with his trains and tracks again. He was so excited, when Dora came on, he didn't even look up. (THANK GOD)
Then my afternoon got even more interesting.
Getting Boscoe to eat is never boring. Some day's he's a little bird eating Ramen worm noodles, and others...well, we are doctors and the spoons are broken. And the only way to fix them is to TING TING TING them very gently on the table and put them in an applesauce bath. "Heps poons fee beddo" (It helps the spoons feel better), according to Boscoe. Then, he has to eat the bath very fast. And Cash imitates the TING TING TING noise and smiles. And it makes even the pickiest of eaters adorable. With applesauce in their hair and home-made mac and cheese on their "nodes."
I love kids. Moral of this story.
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