Back Yard Conversation
May 08, 2008 @ 07:56 AM
I was enjoying the chance to plant some flowers
yesterday. Oliver loves to be outside, puttering
around with his toys. He was sitting in his Little
Tikes truck, door open. Leaning forward he picked up
a rock.
From ten feet away, we had the following conversation while I was bent over the flower pots:
"Rock, mommy."
"Did you find a rock?" (mommy)
"oh, yeah."
(Briefly he analyzed the rock, somewhat near his mouth, then...)
"Yuck!"
"Yeah, you don't want to eat rocks!" (mommy)
"bye bye, rock" (he throws it)
We had to run pick up dinner today because we ran out of time between running (both Nick and I needed to get some miles in) and Nick's guitar lesson. We hopped in the car, and I asked the boys (from the driver's seat) what they wanted for dinner. Ollie declared: "PIZZA!" So we went to the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut and got him one.
From ten feet away, we had the following conversation while I was bent over the flower pots:
"Rock, mommy."
"Did you find a rock?" (mommy)
"oh, yeah."
(Briefly he analyzed the rock, somewhat near his mouth, then...)
"Yuck!"
"Yeah, you don't want to eat rocks!" (mommy)
"bye bye, rock" (he throws it)
We had to run pick up dinner today because we ran out of time between running (both Nick and I needed to get some miles in) and Nick's guitar lesson. We hopped in the car, and I asked the boys (from the driver's seat) what they wanted for dinner. Ollie declared: "PIZZA!" So we went to the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut and got him one.