Cracking Mommy Up!

My kids are always cracking me up, especially when we are talking about food.

On the way home from the sitter the other night, I asked Damon what he wanted for dinner. His reply..."uhhhh, syrup, panpakes and butter. Two butters!"

A few nights later I was taking the boys to Chik-Fil-A, mind you by myself. (That story requires it's own post.) I asked Damon what he wanted and he replied, "french fries, chuggets (which I found is his word for chicken nuggets) and airplane." I said okay, kind of brushing off the airplane comment. When he opened his kids meal, his first response was, "Where's my airplane?" It didn't seem to upset him too much that there wasn't an airplane in his sack. A few minutes later he was flying the food tent advertisement that was on our table all around, like it was an airplane.