Burrito at large
Easter Sunday, we went to brunch with Uncle Bryant and Aunt Amy. We went to a Mexican place in Arlington. John was well behaved, which continued a minor miracle he had performed earlier that day in church, when he made it through the entire ceremony without causing a scene.
Midway through the meal, a family sat down at the table next to us and started talking about what they were going to order. The kids starting saying they wanted burritos, and John turned to them and said, "No, I'm a burrito."
Priceless.
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John: Mommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Mommy: Well, I don't know. I think I want to be a mommy.
John: I want to be a choo-choo train. A big one.
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Recently, John has been spicing up the conversation we have on the ride home from school. In the past, he's been content to offer helpful advice on the topic of what he did at school that day, with "Let's not talk about it" being among his favorites.
Lately, though, materialism seems to have taken hold. Now, he gets in the car and says, "We need to go get a new engine at the toy store."
When I find whoever planted this bug, I will kill him.
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Refreshingly, Burrito still thinks his parents know everything. The only problem is that he wants access to this knowledge, and not in the typical way. Most kids drive their parents nuts with the Why? questions. Yes, John is doing this, but he also seems to think we are clairvoyant. Driving home, after the toy store routine, he will then ask "Is Dodson home?". When we tell him we don't know, he pauses, then asks "Is he home NOW?" Once he exhausts this topic, he moves on to other neighbors, like Avery and Alden.
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John is having a birthday party this weekend, and is very excited. He's mostly excited about counting the days to his birthday, and the presents sitting on the table, waiting to be opened. Somewhat confusingly, Joyce's birthday is 8 days before, and so there were presents that weren't for him, but he managed. If you didn't get John anything for his birthday, THANK YOU. He has plenty.
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At church on Sunday, the highlight for John was the Easter egg hunt. We prepped John ahead of time, explaining that he was to pick up any eggs he could find once the race was on. We told him that if he got 5 eggs, he should stop, because we didn't want him to be the kid that pushed everyone out of the way and took all the eggs.
No worries on that front.
John started out fine, and set off toward a pile of eggs. He grabbed 3 and put them in his bucket. At that point, curiosity got the better of him, and he sat down in the grass and began opening up his eggs to see what was inside. After some parental intervention, he got back up and continued his search, but by then the rest of the eggs were gone. He then told us "I only have 3 eggs. I need 2 more."
So the boy can add!
