I'm sitting drinking a glass of water which of course causes Finny who is observing me, to proclaim, "I'm foirsty" (thirsty). I say (so cleverly), "Hi foirsty, I'm Kirsty!" as I hand him my glass for a sip.
A lightbulb goes on and he sits up in great excitement, "Hey! Foirsty and Koirsty! That rhymes!"
"Yes!" I gush, "you are so smart! *yelling toward the kitchen* "Hey Aaron! listen to this. Finny! Tell daddy what you just said rhymes," Little face lights up as he straightens his spine, puffs out his chest proudly, and confidently states, "Koirsty and... Drink!"
When he was not driving me to drink earlier this day-(how is it that kids have a Crazy-dar. Always the day that you are the most sleep deprived and hurried and harried is the day that they decide that no footwear in the house is in anyway suitable for them to be seen wearing in public. And they decide this as you are skidding out of the front door unmade up with wild, wet hair 3 minutes before (yet another) dentist appointment. Cue much WW&GoT and less then stellar motherly moments.
But after driving me to drink he made up for it by serving me pie. Every year his preschool spends the week before Thanksgiving making pumpkin pies from scratch. No canned pumpkin need apply. Imagine!-Using pumpkins for something other then jack-o-lanterns! My three youngest have all enjoyed this tradition as they went through the school, and we have enjoyed sitting on a tiny chair and being served pie by a proud little chef.
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