This is probably his favorite place in the world-- it is probably one of my least favorite places in the world. But after dinner tonight, we all hopped in the car and hit the highway with Caleb clutching the slip of paper he had pulled from the reward jar in excitement. All of a sudden, I hear my sweet, innocent, three year old son repeating over and over again (in the cutest sing-song-y voice):
Caleb: "F-U"... "F-U"... "F-U". (I turn to look at Doug in disbelief... am I hearing this right? Where on earth did he learn to say that? Apparently bedtime routine should be the least of my worries...)
Me: "Caleb, what are you saying back there?"
Caleb: "I'm just trying to spell this word Mommy. (holds up the Castle Fun Park picture he pulled from the reward jar) What's the last letter?" (I finally clue in... much relieved)
Me: "That last letter is an 'N'. F-U-N spells fun." (Phew)
Doug and I tried our best not to laugh. (Doug succeeded better than I did). And eventually we pulled into the parking lot of Castle Fun Park for a fun filled family evening.
|Ridin' the train|