This afternoon my five-year-old son announced that he wanted to make a snack for me.
"I don't really need a snack," I said.
"But I really want to make you a snack," he replied.
"Okay," I said.
"I'll need some lettuce."
"We don't have any lettuce in the refrigerator," I replied, "but there's some outside in the garden."
"Would you go get it?"
"Why don't you get it?"
"I might pick the wrong thing."
I went out and picked some lettuce.
"Please wash that and put it in bowl," he instructed.
I looked at him funny.
"Now we need some tomatoes," he announced after I put the lettuce in the bowl. "Will you please slice some tomatoes?"
Since I didn't want the little guy using a knife, I complied.
"That can go in the bowl too," he said.
I looked at him wondering what he was up to.
"There you go," he said with a big grin. "Your snack is ready!"
Wait a minute. Wasn't he supposed to make the snack?
He really sounds like his fathers son judging from the last post. It seems like the men in the family really have you figured out.
ReplyDeleteI think I will nominate you for "mother of the year".
This was too cute! Did he fix a salad to eat, too?
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