Dip It
As I was laying in bed with my 19-month old son this evening, he started a conversation with a semi-unintelligible word.
I said, "What?"
He said it again.
"Did you say cracker?"
"Henh" (his version of yes.)
"You want a cracker?"
"Henh. Dipit."
"You want to dip a cracker?"
(Mind you, he is in bed for the night and asking to get out of bed to do this.)
"Henh. Pick."
"You want to go pick out a cracker that you can dip."
"Henh."
"Well, I don't even think we have anything to dip crackers in."
(pause.)
"Pudding."
~t
2 comments:
How funny. Matthew loves dipping too; it started at a year with bread and broccoli cheese soup at Panera Bread, and has gone to obsession level since then. No middle of the night dipping requests yet thank goodness.
omg zane is one funny lil dude.
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