We went to Trader Joe's a couple days ago and, while walking pass their amazing holiday cookies, I caved to Joseph's request for gingerbread men. He spent the rest of the shopping trip talking to them, having them sit next to him in the cart, handing them to the cashier and then asking for them back. They rode home next to him in the car and then sat on the table next to him while he ate his dinner.
After dinner, I asked if he wanted to open them up and eat one. He looked at me in shock.
"No eat boys, Mommy!" In the same tone one might say, "Don't eat candle wax!"
"But they're cookies."
"NO! They're boys. See...mouths, eye, nose and butt."
Side note: Joseph calls "buttons" "butts". This can sound odd when he says things like, "Mommy! Help with my butts please!" or "Mommy, I can't do my butts."
After about five minutes of explaining that the "boys" were indeed cookies, Joseph took a tentative nibble followed by a big bite with the proud declaration, "I eat the boy's legs!"
*sigh* My little cannibal.
No comments:
Post a Comment