The other night when I picked Isaiah up from daycare, I asked him what he would like for supper. He wanted green eggs and ham. The green eggs I could do, but I didn't have anything in the house that I could pass off as ham. I suggested waffles and pancakes, which he vetoed. I suggested McDonald's and he thought that would work.
Me: You can have chicken nuggets or a hamburger. I'll get you fries and a Sprite.
Isaiah: What about a Happy Meal?
Me: I will get you all of the food that comes in a Happy Meal but I'm not buying the meal.
Isaiah: Why not?
Me: Because it's a waste of money. The toys are just junk.
Isaiah: (slaps hands down on car seat armrests and I hear his feet hit the seat) What!!!???!!! (enunciating every sound and syllable) W-h-e-n d-i-d t-h-a-t h-a-p-p-e-n!???!!?? The toys are JUNK!!! Who took them and made them junk? Oh no! Now I'll never get to play with them! Somefeen should be done about that! Who do we tell? We need to tell someone.
Me: There's no one to tell. They've always been junk.
Isaiah: (sadly shaking his head) My favorite new toys. Junk...{sigh}
The kid has a career on stage or in theater.
1 comment:
that is adorable! really really adorable! lol!
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