On our last night in Florida, we went to eat at a local seafood restaurant where we were served rye bread before our meal. I guess neither one of our boys had ever seen rye bread before, because when it hit the table both boys, who have NEVER in t
heir short little lives balked at any carbohydrate that has crossed their paths (just like their momma), made a disgusted face. Biz announced loudly that it looked like a big burnt....(we all held our breath, as we awaited what would come out of his mouth, especially in this season of five-year-old potty talk.)...
heir short little lives balked at any carbohydrate that has crossed their paths (just like their momma), made a disgusted face. Biz announced loudly that it looked like a big burnt....(we all held our breath, as we awaited what would come out of his mouth, especially in this season of five-year-old potty talk.)... pillow.
Whew! He said pillow.
For the first time ever, neither boy touched their bread.
Afterward, we treated the boys and ourselves to ice cream. There, the boys were crowned kings of the ice cream cones.
2 comments:
you didn't mention that once the table was laughing, he had an audience. so he proceeded to follow up his opening act with a big burnt... shoe, block, and eventually did get to poop. that was hilarious. - dada
That's hilarious. I've said it before, I love the things that come out of that kid's mouth. He says the funniest things.
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