I play a little game with LB whenever I'm strapping him into the carseat. It has three buckles, so we count, "Buckle one, buckle two..." but that third buckle is always something tricky, like 48 or 5,283. He finds this hilarious. "Stupid Daddy. Don't you know what comes after two?" Today, though, I threw him a real curveball. "Buckle one," I said. "Buckle two, buckle pi." This time he didn't laugh, so I thought maybe he was distracted and hadn't heard me. A few moments later, though, I heard a puzzled voice from the backseat. "Pie? I don't have any pie, Daddy!" Wise beyond his years, that one.
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